TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies 5
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the...
When my 47 year old daughter died two years ago, a friend sent me this poem, it was a great comfort to me and I thought I would share it.
If 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;
1874 – January 29, 1963)
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...
Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away...
When I came home last night at three,
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall,
I couldn't see him there at all!
Go away, go...
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 like moons and...
full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at...
Comes the Dawn
After awhile you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to understand that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises...
you through the market place.
Man and boy stood cheering by
And home we brought you shoulder high.
Today, the road all runners come
Shoulder high we bring you home
And set you at your threshold down.
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip be times away
He smiled -- so did I.
He crumpled the skin on his forehead, frowning -- so did I.
Everything I did he did.
I said, "Hello, I know you."
I was a liar to say so.
Ah, this looking-glass man!
Liar, fool, dreamer, play-actor,
Solider, dusty drinker of dust--
—Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth's superb surpriseAs Lightning to the Children easedWith explanation kindThe Truth must dazzle graduallyOr every man be blind —by Emily Dickinson
It came with my pea sea.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye can knot sea.
Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your sure reel glad two no.
Its vary polished in it's weigh.
My checker tolled me sew.
A checker is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme...
when I see you my day turns a bright blue.
it's like nothing else matters to me,
except you , you are all I want to see.
you're the best thing that's happened to me.
I just need you to see.
I want to be able to shown you my feelings a little more.
but the way I show them...
If no one ever marries me,—
And I don't see why they should,
For nurse says I'm not pretty,
And I'm seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan't mind very much;
I shall buy a squirrel in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a...
or cracked or broken
do not clutch it
let the wound lie open
let the wind
from the good old sea blow it
to bathe the wound with salt
and let it sting
let a stray dog lick it
let a bird lean in the hole and sing
a simple song like a tiny bell
and let it ring
I love ee cummings and his words and weird punctuation touch me to the core. I think my favorite poem by this magnificent man is "I Carry Your Heart With Me."i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere...
Wipe the poison from my brow.
Alas my love, this guilty night
Gives me up like a foster child.
And in this moment I take my vow,
These angels sleeping at my feet,
And in this moment, you do not know how,
How my spirit wants to flee.
You see it was one man against the night...
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun 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...
When I am dying, let me know
That I loved the blowing snow
Although it stung like whips;
That I loved all lovely things
And I tried to take their stings
With gay unembittered lips;
That I loved with all my strength,
To my soul's full depth and length,
Careless if my heart...
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
1795 – 23 February 1821)
You say you love ; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft Vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth-
O love me truly!
You say you love; but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
As you were Saint Cupid 's nun...
begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice...
To you whom history would never honour
To you whom the statistics never mention
To you whom no song would ever be sung
To you whom the books have all shun
To you who work and toil under the radar
To you who have loved and cared
To you who have been many girls dream
To you who...
With every Good-bye
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand, and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn.t mean leaning
And company does not mean security
And you begin to learn that kisses aren.t contracts,
And presents aren.t promises...
that good night -Sir Dylan Thomas.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go...
Close your eyes my little one
Close your eyes and dream
You can be anyone,
Anyone you dream
You can go anywhere,
Just close your eyes and dream your dreams
Let your imagination take control
Take you on adventures never told
my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will...
severs those it should unite;
Let us remain together still,
Then it will be good night.
How can I call the lone night good,
Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight?
Be it not said, thought, understood --
Then it will be -- good night.
To hearts which near each other move
night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
...to anyone who reads it today. It is an Indian poem.
This day is a special day,
It is yours.
Yesterday slipped away
It cannot be filled with more meaning.
About tomorrow nothing is known.
but this day, today is yours,
Make use of it.
Today you can make someone...
because in my 6th period everyday there's a warm up on the white board that usually asks us questions pertaining to our lifes, but today's warm up was slightly different. It just wanted us to write a poem about a fence or the wind so here's what I wrote. "There's something in...
B. "Banjo" PatersonIt was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.He loitered here, he loitered there, till he was like to drop,Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop."'Ere! shave my beard and...
(Poems on Various Subjects)
Swift flies our time on pinions fleet,
Like vapours on the breeze;
The transient bliss we now call sweet,
The passing moments seize.
The gilded joy, the present hour,
Soon wing themselves away;
Departing like the fading flower
That pleas'd us...
"Ride", Pleasure said;
"Walk", Joy replied.
Now what shall I --
Stay home or roam?
"Roam", Pleasure said;
And Joy -- "stay home."
Now shall I dance,
Or sit for dreams?
"Sit," answers Joy;
"Dance," Pleasure screams.
Which of ye two
Will kindest be?
Death if Death
when(instead of stopping to think)you
begin to feel of it,dying
cause dying is
it mildly lively(but
compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair...