English Poetry

Cloud William Blysse Shelley

2010-04-20T07:11:00.001+10:00

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Silver Walter de la Mere

2010-04-20T06:49:00.000+10:00

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Road Less Traveled Robert Frost

2010-04-20T06:23:00.005+10:00

AC_VHost_Embed(31790,300,400,'',1,1, 583194, 0,1,0,'352cea56a3fbc30372deb2976208c146',9); Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though

Trees by Joyce Kilmer

2010-04-15T08:07:00.000+10:00

TREES by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918) THINK that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by

Two Cats

2010-04-15T07:28:00.001+10:00

Cat Poems Two cats (Diamond Cut Diamond) Two Cats One up a tree One under the tree The cat up a tree is he The cat under the tree is she The tree is witch elm, just incidentally. He takes no notice of she, she takes no notice of he. He stares at the woolly clouds passing, she stares at the tree. There's been a lot written about cats, by Old Possum, Yeats and Company But not Alfred de Musset

Cats sleep anywhere

2010-04-15T07:25:00.000+10:00

Cat PoemsCats Sleep Anywhere Cats sleep anywhere Any table Any chair Top of piano Window ledge In the middle On

Home is the place your Heart Resides

2010-04-12T06:08:00.000+10:00

Home

Sunrise Sunrise

2010-04-02T11:33:00.001+10:00

Photos and Poem by Maggi CarstairsMake an on-line slide show at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Men by Maya Angelou

2009-09-28T12:22:00.000+10:00

Men by Maya Angelou When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men. Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always Going somewhere. They knew I was there. Fifteen Years old and starving for them. Under my window, they would pause, Their shoulders high like the Breasts of a young girl, Jacket tails slapping over Those behinds,

I know why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

2009-09-28T12:17:00.001+10:00

I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his wing In the orange suns rays And dares to claim the sky. But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage Can seldom see through his bars of rage His wings are clipped and his feet are tied So he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

2009-09-28T12:13:00.000+10:00

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to

Lines Written in Early Spring by William Wordsworth

2009-09-28T12:08:00.001+10:00

Lines Written In Early Spring by William Wordsworth I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle

Death by William Butler Yeats

2009-09-28T11:51:00.001+10:00

Death by William Butler Yeats Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all; Many times he died, Many times rose again. A great man in his pride Confronting murderous men Casts derision upon Supersession of breath; He knows death to the bone - Man has created death.

Broken Dreams by William Yeats

2009-09-28T11:21:00.002+10:00

Broken Dreams by William Butler Yeats There is grey in your hair. Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath When you are passing; But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing Because it was your prayer Recovered him upon the bed of death. For your sole sake - that all heart's ache have known, And given to others all heart's ache, From meagre girlhood's putting on Burdensome beauty --

A Prayer for my Daughter by William Butler Yeats

2009-09-28T11:16:00.002+10:00

A Prayer For My Daughter by William Butler Yeats Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle But Gregory's wood and one bare hill Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind. Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed; And for an hour I have walked and prayed Because of the great gloom that is in my mind. I have

Sailing to Byzantine by William Butler Yeats

2009-09-28T11:10:00.002+10:00

That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations - at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect. II An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a

Love's Alchemy by John Donne

2009-09-25T09:55:00.004+10:00

Some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I, Say, where his centric happiness doth lie; I have lov'd, and got, and told, But should I love, get, tell, till I were old, I should not find that hidden mystery. Oh, 'tis imposture all! And as no chemic yet th'elixir got, But glorifies his pregnant pot If by the way to him befall Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal, So, lovers dream a rich and

Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth

2009-09-25T09:52:00.003+10:00

Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er

2009-09-10T06:02:00.000+10:00

How to Kill by Keith Douglas http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AgpKTp5JZ4 How to Kill Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ball fell in my hand, it sang in the closed fist: Open Open Behold a gift designed to kill. Now in my dial of glass appears the soldier who is going to die. He smiles, and moves about in ways his mother

2009-09-10T05:53:00.000+10:00

If by Rudyard Kipling IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream

2009-09-10T05:44:00.000+10:00

Don't Quit When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all up hill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest! if you must; but don't you quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns, As everyone of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about When he

2009-09-10T05:38:00.000+10:00

The Indifferent by John Donne I can love both fair and brown; Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays; Her who loves loneness best, and her who masks and plays; Her whom the country form'd, and whom the town; Her who believes, and her who tries; Her who still weeps with spongy eyes, And her who is dry cork, and never cries. I can love her, and her, and you, and you; I can love any,

2009-09-10T05:30:00.000+10:00

The Victor Poet: C.W. Longenecker If you think you are beaten, you are. If you think you dare not, you don’t If you like to win but think you can’t, It’s almost a cinch you won’t. If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost. For out in the world we find Success begins with a fellow’s will It’s all in the state of mind. If you think you are outclassed, you are. You’ve got to think high to rise. You’

2009-09-10T05:28:00.000+10:00

The Road Not Taken Poet: Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that passing there Had worn them really about the same,

2009-09-10T05:25:00.000+10:00

Lifting and Learning Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox There are two kinds of people on earth today, Just two kinds of people, no more, I say. Not the good and the bad, for 'tis well understood The good are half bad and the bad are half good. Not the happy and sad, for the swift-flying years Brings each man his laughter and each man his tears. Not the rich and the poor, for to count a man's wealth

2009-05-21T21:22:00.000+10:00

In Flanders Fields In Flanders Fields In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders Fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from

2009-05-21T21:12:00.000+10:00

Houses and HomesA House is a place where People live.A Home is a place where one lives, or a place where one feels comfortable in.The House: Rudyard Kipling'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad,In thy house or my house is half the world's hoard;By my house and thy house hangs all the world's fate,On thy house and my house lies half the world's hate.For my house and thy house no help

2009-05-21T21:10:00.000+10:00

Blues Maggi CarstairsBluesI saw the tulip sitting on the tableYou had not even opened itYou did not care......it did not matterJenny saw the tulip.......................................................................I sent you a blue tulipBecause I was blueYou left it on the tableAs you went in and through.The others saw it sitting there,And laughed because they knewThat I was yearning for your

2009-05-21T21:08:00.000+10:00

I gave up on LoveMaggi Carstairs 2007I gave up on Love when I was set freeTo live alone and be mine.I struggled to findA home and a lifeAnd what I found was just me.I found I could live, if I trusted myself.And Believed God would always care.Somehow he provided work with a home,And whatever else that was there.I travelled, bought clothing,Wore diamonds and Gold,Went where I wantedand always

2009-05-21T21:07:00.000+10:00

Some come simply to wine and laughSome come discreetly to buy and sellSome come loudly to clown and masqueradeSome come indifferently to sing and danceSome come blankly to dawdle and dreamSome come softly to swindle and stealSome come gently to tea and teaSome come sober and leave drunk/i//castle_on_the_Hill_Budapest.jpg Some come with laughter and leave in tearsSome come unheard and vanish

2009-05-21T21:04:00.000+10:00

DesiderataGo placidly amid the noise and haste,and remember what peace there may be in silence.As far as possible without surrenderbe on good terms with all persons.Speak your truth quietly and clearly;and listen to others,even the dull and the ignorant;they too have their story.You are a child of the universe,no less than the trees and the stars;you have a right to be here.And whether or not it

2009-05-21T21:02:00.000+10:00

Work in ProgressI've acquired the knowledgeOf someone twice my ageI speak with an urban intelligenceA sort of inspired slangYou try to look awaybut my words captivateoff the ripI may not be as deepas you like itbut you'll damn sure feel itbecause my rhetoricis poignantand so seductiveWord & Musicare so powerfulSo how strong it must make meto be given the gift of expressing bothPoetryis just a

2009-05-21T21:00:00.000+10:00

I Told Her she was BeautifulI told her,"She was so Beautiful"She said"What do you mean byBeautiful"My mind saidLike those sunsets you see on greeting cardsOverlooking the ocean of some exotic citySensuous looking clouds explored by birdsAnd the silhouettes of people unknown/i//Redazalea.jpg But my mouth saidBeautiful, you knowShe saidNo I don't knowMy mind saidLike that flower that is not a

2009-05-21T20:58:00.000+10:00

Dress Me Like Poetry in Silk Stanza StockingsDress me like poetry in silk stanza stockings,in pearls of metered verse on a syllabic strand.Brush rhythm through my hair and rhyme on my lashes,and paint me in tones of syntax and sonnet sand.Dangle diction diamonds to adorn my face,like cascading charms of sweet metaphoric prose.Give me blue ballad bonnet alliterationand assonant slippers with

2009-05-21T20:56:00.000+10:00

Butterfly BlueTo A ButterflyBy William WordsworthI'VE watched you now a full half-hour,Self-poised upon that yellow flower;And, little Butterfly! indeedI know not if you sleep or feed.How motionless!---not frozen seasMore motionless! and thenWhat joy awaits you, when the breezeHath found you out among the trees,And calls you forth again !This plot of orchard-ground is ours;My trees they are, my

2009-05-21T20:53:00.000+10:00

Your PainKahlil GibramYour pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always

2009-05-21T20:52:00.000+10:00

MAN LOOKING INTO THE SEA It is such a large thing, shoreline like a tense muscle, that he cannot concentrate on this small bit here. He knows how steadily it moves, curled and splayed into milky flats beyond this surf, its dizzy swell offensive. He trusts rigid things better: walls, cars, structures that do not reach out in random longing. No one behind him sees what is here: driftwood and water

2009-05-21T20:50:00.000+10:00

To Laugh Often and MuchRalph Waldo EmersonTo laugh often and much:to win the respect ofintelligent people and theaffection of children; toearn the appreciation ofhonest critics and endurethe betrayal of falsefriends: to appreciatebeauty: to find the best inothers: to leave theworld a bit better: whetherby a healthy child, agarden patch or a social condition:to know even one life hasbreathed

2009-05-21T20:48:00.000+10:00

The PusherThe mystery man came over and he said I'm outa site.He said for a nominal sevice charge you can reach nirvana tonight. I was ready and willing and able to pay him his regular fee.Then he'd drop all the rest of his present affairs and devote his attention to me. I said. Look here brother who you jammin with that cosmic debris.Now who you jammin with that cosmic debris.Is that a real

2009-05-21T20:46:00.000+10:00

Butterflies are Free to FlyAnd someone saved my life tonight sugar bearYou almost had your hooks in me didn't you dearYou nearly had me roped and tiedAltar-bound, hypnotizedSweet freedom whispered in my earYou're a butterflyAnd butterflies are free to flyFly away, high away, bye bye...Elton John, Bernie Taupin

2009-05-21T20:44:00.000+10:00

Unending LoveRabindranath TagoreUnending LoveI seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...In life after life, in age after age, forever.My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,In life after life, in age after age, forever.Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,It's ancient

2009-05-21T20:42:00.000+10:00

OwlsCharles BaudelaireUnder black yews that protect them The owls perch in a row Like alien gods whose red eyes Glitter. They meditate. Petrified, they will perch there till The melancholy hour When the slanting sun is ousted, And darkness settles down. From their posture, the wise Learn to shun, in this world at least, Motion and commotion. Impassioned

2009-05-21T20:40:00.000+10:00

Ghost HouseRobert FrostI dwell in a lonely house I knowThat vanished many a summer ago,And left no trace but the cellar walls,And a cellar in which the daylight falls,And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shieldThe woods come back to the mowing field;The orchard tree has grown one copseOf new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;The footpath down to

2009-05-21T20:37:00.000+10:00

Remember MeTo the Living I'm GoneRemember Me to the living i'm goneto the sorrowful i will never returnto the angry i was cheatedbut to the happy i am at peaceand to the faithful i have never lefti cannot be seen but i can be heard so as you stand upon a shore gazing at a beautiful sea

2009-05-21T20:35:00.000+10:00

When Tomorrow Starts without MeWhen tomorrow starts without me,and I'm not there to see;If the sun should rise and find your eyes,all filled with tears for me;I wish so much you wouldn't cry,the way you did today,while thinking of the many things,we didn't get to say.I know how much you love me,as much as I love you,and each time that you think of me,I know you'll miss me too;But when tomorrow

2009-05-21T20:33:00.000+10:00

DarknessSaraThe darkness comes for me once again....It calls my name,it taunts me. It mocks my existence. Who am I to think the Light sees one as me? If it did, would it care?The darkness surrounds me in it's embrace; Telling me to go with it, Forget this world, For this world Has Forgotten Me. Sara 2006 Friends Within The DarknessCharles BukowskiI can remember starving in asmall room in a

2009-05-21T20:31:00.000+10:00

I often Sometimes Think of You I often sometimes think has you In my silence I hear your steps How much times.. I do not know? Should I turn over a new leaf? Say to me that you will not even be of passage? I do not know... I do not know any more.. Without you I am lost.. Perhaps a hushed up day will check me off of a pure love Will Make cast my tears on my

2009-05-21T20:29:00.000+10:00

Artist QuotesQuotesArtists :Dali: CezanneSalvador Dali Quotes: * The problem with the youth of today' is that one is no longer part of it. * Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad. * When the creations of a genius collide with the mind of a layman, and produce an empty sound, there is little doubt as to which is at fault.

2009-05-21T20:25:00.000+10:00

Love Gives naught but ItselfLove: Kahlil Gibram: The ProphetLove gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;For love is sufficient unto love.When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your

2009-05-21T20:22:00.000+10:00

WhispersDinest VoraWhispersDinesh VoraThe man whispered, "God, speak to me"and a meadowlark sang.But, the man did not hear.So the man yelled, "God, speak to me"and the thunder rolled across the sky.But, the man did not listen.The man looked around and said,"God let me see you."And a star shined brightly.But the man did not see.And, the man shouted,"God show me a miracle."And, a life was born.But,

2009-05-21T20:20:00.000+10:00

Cobwebshttp://www.chinapage.com/poem2e.htmlI built my cottage among the habitations of men,And yet there is no clamor of carriages and horses.You ask: "Sir, how can this be done?""A heart that is distant creates its own solitude."I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge,Then gaze afar towards the southern hills.The mountain air is fresh at the dusk of day;The flying birds in flocks

2009-05-21T20:17:00.000+10:00

Farewell to the LovedKahlil Gibram: The ProphetThe year is ended, and it only adds to my age;Spring has come, but I must take leave of my home.Alas, that the trees in this eastern garden,Without me, will still bear flowers.Su Ting (670-727) ..........................................the wind bids me leave you.Less hasty am I than the wind, yet I must go.We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way,

2009-05-21T20:16:00.000+10:00

FreedomKahlil Gibram: The Prophetfor you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfillment.You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief,But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound.And how

2009-05-21T20:14:00.001+10:00

Lily PadThe breeze and the dew make tranquil the clear dawn;Behind the curtain there is one who alone is up betimes.The orioles sing and the flowers smile -Whose then, after all, is the Spring?More Li ShangYin in Chinese in English

2009-05-21T20:12:00.000+10:00

WaterlilyJapanese HaikuDelving in the Book of Change, I rose through hardship great,And desperately fought the foe for four long years;Like willow catkin, the war-torn land looks desolate,I sink or swim as duckweed in the rain appears.For perils on Perilious Beach, I heaved and sighed,On Lonely Sea now, I feel dreary and lonely;Since olden days, which man has lived and not died?I'll leave a

2009-05-21T20:10:00.000+10:00

WaterlilyYou ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown,I have a world apart that is not among men. Li Bai in Chinese in EnglishLi Bai

2009-05-21T20:07:00.000+10:00

Loving and LikingWilliam WordsworthLong may you love your pensioner mouse,Though one of a tribe that torment the house:Nor dislike for her cruel sport the cat,Deadly foe both of mouse and rat;Remember she follows the law of her kind,And Instinct is neither wayward nor blind.Then think of her beautiful gliding form,Her tread that would scarcely crush a worm,And her soothing song by the winter fire

2009-05-21T20:05:00.000+10:00

Crime and PunishmentKahlil Gibram: The ProphetIt is when your spirit goes wandering upon the wind,That you, alone and unguarded, commit a wrong unto others and therefore unto yourself.And for that wrong committed must you knock and wait a while unheeded at the gate of the blessed.Like the ocean is your god-self;It remains for ever undefiled.And like the ether it lifts but the winged.Even like the

2009-05-21T20:02:00.000+10:00

WardogsVietnam Veteran WritingFamilies could not understand why they were not the same.Some wouldn't even listen, when he would try to explain.No Welcome Home parades, for the town's people turned away.For him there was not to be a real Homecoming Day.They went in all directions, and coped the best they could.Carrying more guilt and shame than any Veteran should.They built walls and bunkers

2009-05-21T20:00:00.000+10:00

The Healing Buddha'Compassion and love are not mere luxuries.As the source both of inner and external peace,they are fundamental to the continued survival of our species.'His Holiness the XIV Dalai Lama The Buddha taught the following to his son Rahula (from "Old path white clouds" by Thich Nhat Hahn): "Rahula, practice loving kindness to overcome anger. Loving kindness has the capacity to

2009-05-21T19:58:00.000+10:00

The Hand in The SeaMaggi CarstairsThe hand calls "Unification"...For brother to brotherSister to SisterTo hold out hands and join in Peace.Solid and silentThe message stands out loud and clearBut youJust do not hear and see....You marvel at the water and the wavesAnd smile

2009-05-21T19:55:00.000+10:00

The White Magnolia TreePoetry by Helen DeutschThe White Magnolia TreeThe year when I was twenty-one,(John that year was twenty-three)That was the year, that was the spring,We planted the white magnolia tree."This tree," said John, "shall grow with us,And every year it will bloom anew.This is our life. This is our love."And the white magnolia tree grew and grew...Oh, youth' a thing of fire and ice

2009-05-21T19:53:00.000+10:00

They dance around the DyingBlake:Romantic PoetryThey dance around the dying & they drink the howl & groan;They catch the shrieks in cups of gold; they hand them to one another.These are the sports of love & these the sweet delights of amorous play:Tears of the grape, the death sweat of the Cluster, the last sighOf the mild youth who listens to the luring songs of Luvah.Vala, Night the Ninth, 767-

2009-05-21T19:50:00.000+10:00

My Body May Die Again and AgainSijo - Korean Style of PoetryMy Body May Die Again and AgainMy body may die, again and againOne hundred times again, andMay turn into but a pile of bones and dust,My soul may or may not live on, butMy loyalty to my country shall remain unchanged for ever. Jung Mong Ju, 1337-1392, a Koryo scholar The life of a man is like a candle, that shines but a moment briefIf I

2009-05-21T19:44:00.000+10:00

Spare Me the GlitterOh, spare me the glitter of your dreams, those pallid rocks pulledfrom the lake, losingall magnificenceafter a moment's sun.They are merely mineral,no more profoundthan your so-precious bonesthat time will unlock,burning away all elseto reveal their muteness.© by David Grahamhttp://www.valpo.edu/english/vpr/grahamselfportrait.html

2009-05-21T19:41:00.000+10:00

To an Old MateHenry LawsonOLD MATE! In the gusty old weather,When our hopes and our troubles were new,In the years spent in wearing out leather,I found you unselfish and true —I have gathered these verses togetherFor the sake of our friendship and you.You may think for awhile, and with reason,Though still with a kindly regret,That I’ve left it full late in the seasonTo prove I remember you yet;

2009-05-21T19:38:00.000+10:00

And Did Those Feet in Ancient TimeRomantic Poetry: Milton And did those feet in ancient time, Walk upon Englands mountains green: And was the holy Lamb of God, On Englands pleasant pastures seen! And did the Countenance Divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here, Among these dark Satanic Mills? Bring me my Bow of burning gold: Bring me

2009-05-21T19:36:00.000+10:00

Before the White ChysanthemumJapanese PoetryBefore the white chrysanthemumthe scissors hesitate a moment.Translated by Robert Hass Anonymous: In the autumn fieldsFrom the early section of the love poems of the Kokinoshu.In the autumn fieldsmingled with the pampas grassflowers are bloomingshould my love too, spring forthor shall we never meet?Listen Sugawara Michizane (845-903): The autumn

2009-05-21T19:35:00.000+10:00

The Naked and The NudePoem By Robert Graves: 1895-1985For me, the naked and the nude(By lexicographers construedAs synonyms that should expressThe same deficiency of dressOr shelter) stand as wide apartAs love from lies, or truth from art.Lovers without reproach will gazeOn bodies naked and ablaze;The Hippocratic eye will seeIn nakedness, anatomy;And naked shines the Goddess whenShe mounts her

2009-05-21T19:33:00.000+10:00

When love beckons to you follow him,Though his ways are hard and steep.And when his wings enfold you yield to him,Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.And when he speaks to you believe in him,Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your

2009-05-21T19:30:00.000+10:00

Morning Midday And Evening SacrificeGerard Manley Hopkins 1918The dappled die-awayCheek and wimpled lip,The gold-wisp, the airy-greyEye, all in fellowship—This, all this beauty blooming,This, all this freshness fuming,Give God while worth consuming.Both thought and thew now bolderAnd told by Nature: Tower;Head, heart, hand, heel, and shoulderThat beat and breathe in power—This pride of prime’s

2009-05-21T19:28:00.000+10:00

for my nephew Anthony stationed in Iraq)the burden of youthis to lose youthto be trainedto wear the armourto become killers of mento make war to bring peaceto make peace with warthe burden of youthis to lose youthto lose the smell of a mother’s breakfast cooking slowto lose the joy of a father’s kneeto be far from first loves’ embraceto be so far from the peacethe burden of youthis to lose

2009-05-21T19:26:00.000+10:00

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the WaysHow do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of every day'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for right;I love thee purely, as they turn from praise,I love thee with

2009-05-21T19:22:00.000+10:00

GoldfishBecause they're cheap, convenient,and tough enough to last for daysin a cup of stagnant tap watersprinkled with a few flakes of food,we love them. Even their disposalafter death is easy, the way,in their hearses of flushed toilets,they drift to their intermentin the sewer. We say they're goldthough they're usually yellowor orange. Perhaps we love mostthe way their flowing fins and

2009-05-20T07:10:00.001+10:00

The Ransom Man has, for paying his ransom,Two fields of rich, deep, porous rockThat he must clear and cultivateWith the iron of his reason;To obtain the sorriest rose,To extort a few ears of grain,He must water them constantlyWith salty sweat from his gray brow.One is Art and the other Love.— To win the judge's favorWhen the terrible dayOf dispassionate justice dawns,He will have to show

2009-05-20T07:07:00.000+10:00

I Love the Thought of Those Old Naked DaysI love the thought of those old naked daysWhen Phoebus gilded torsos with his rays,When men and women sported, strong and fleet,Without anxiety or base deceit,And heaven caressed them, amorously keenTo prove the health of each superb machine.Cybele then was lavish of her guerdonAnd did not find her sons too gross a burden:But, like a she-wolf, in her love

2009-05-20T07:04:00.000+10:00

I built my cottage among the habitations of men,And yet there is no clamor of carriages and horses.You ask: "Sir, how can this be done?""A heart that is distant creates its own solitude."I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge,Then gaze afar towards the southern hills.The mountain air is fresh at the dusk of day;The flying birds in flocks return.In these things there lies a deep meaning;I

2009-05-20T07:00:00.000+10:00

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream. John Keats (1795-

2009-05-20T06:57:00.000+10:00

EpitaphDo not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there... I do not sleep.I am the thousand winds that blow...I am the diamond glints on snow...I am the sunlight on ripened grain...I am the gentle autumn rain.When you waken in the morning's hush,I am the swift uplifting rushOf gentle birds in circling flight...I am the soft star that shines at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry—I am not there

Phenomenal Woman

2008-08-07T21:37:00.000+10:00

Hi everyone, I posted an episode to my podcast, News and Views. Click this link to check it out: Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou - Maggi

The Road Less travelled

2008-08-06T12:44:00.001+10:00

Hi everyone, I posted an episode to my podcast, News and Views. Click this link to check it out: The Road less Travelled by Robert Frost - Maggi

The Ghost by Henry Lawson

2008-07-30T12:48:00.001+10:00

Hi everyone, I posted an episode to my podcast, News and Views. Click this link to check it out: The Ghost by Henry lawson : Poetry - Maggi