by P Neruda I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day. I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sweet laugh, Your hands the color of a savage harvest, Hunger for theContinue reading “Love Sonnet XI”
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What Kind of Times are these
by Adrienne Rich There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted who disappeared into those shadows. I’ve walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don’t be fooled this is not aContinue reading “What Kind of Times are these”
Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies. You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just likeContinue reading “Still I Rise”
Ode on Solitude
by Alexander Pope Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose heards of milk, whose fields of bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest! who can unconcern’dly find Hours,Continue reading “Ode on Solitude”
To His Mistress Going To Bed
by John Donne Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until in labour, I in labour lie. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight Is tir’d with standing though he never fight. Off with that girdle, like heaven’s Zone glistering, But a far fairer world encompassing. Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,Continue reading “To His Mistress Going To Bed”
The Vixen
by John Clare Among the taller woods with ivy hung, The old fox plays and dances round her young. She snuffs and barks if any passes by And swings her tail and turns prepared to fly. The horseman hurries by, she bolts to see, And turns agen, from danger never free. If any stands sheContinue reading “The Vixen”
Lady Midnight
by Leonard Cohen I came by myself to a very crowded place. I was looking for someone who had lines in her face. I found her there, but she was past all concern. I asked her to hold me; I said: Lady, unfold me, but she scorned me and told me I was dead andContinue reading “Lady Midnight”
Anne Hathaway
by Carol Anne Duffy “Item I gyve unto my wief my second best bed . . .” from Shakespeare’s will The bed we loved in was a spinning world of forests, castles, torchlight, cliff-tops, seas where he would dive for pearls. My lover’s words were shooting stars, which fell to earth as kisses on theseContinue reading “Anne Hathaway”
We are seven
by William Wordsworth A simple Child, That lightly drew its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little Cottage Girl: She was eight years old she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodlandContinue reading “We are seven”
The Rainy Day
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains and theContinue reading “The Rainy Day”
Robin's Nest 