William Carlos Williams (1883?1963) To wish Myself Courage On the day when youth is no more upon me I will write of the leaves and the moon in a tree top! I will sing then the song, long in the making? When the stress of youth is put away from me. How can I ever…
Remembered Village by Lydia LeRoy-Williams
Remembered Village My cob webbed mind gave way to us again, me, bathing in a Parisian pool while you glance at me over your Rumi, sipping wine and speaking lyrically of beaming light, moons, and happy memories. Awakening to sunlight, laughing, weightless across our room. Exploring cobblestone byways, old bakeries in full swing, the sweet…
Gunga Din by Rudyard Kipling
Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) Gunga Din You may talk o’ gin and beer When you’re quartered safe out ‘ere, An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an’ Aldershot it; But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water, An’ you’ll lick the bloomin’ boots of ‘im that’s got it. Now in Injia’s sunny clime,…
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision,…
She Is Overheard Singing by Edna St. Vicent Millay
She Is Overheard Singing Oh, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,? But my true love’s a rover! Mig, her man’s as good as cheese And honest as a briar, Sue tells her love what he’s thinking of,? But my dear lad’s a liar! Oh,…
Winter In The Boulevard by D.H. Lawrence
D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930) was an influential English writer, poet, and essayist. Born in Eastwood, Nottinghamshire,
A VALENTINE by Lewis Carroll
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The World-Soul by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The World-Soul by Ralph Waldo Emerson Thanks to the morning light, Thanks to the foaming sea, To the uplands of New Hampshire, To the green-haired forest free; Thanks to each man of courage, To the maids of holy mind, To the boy with his games undaunted Who never looks behind. Cities of proud hotels, Houses…
Letter I by B. L. Goss
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DESIGN by Robert Frost
Design by Robert Frost I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth? Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients of a witches’ broth? A snow-drop spider, a flower like froth,…