To teach the grey earth like a child,
To bid the heavens repent,
I only ask from Fate the gift
Of one man well content.
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Saturday, 29 October 2011
Afternoon On A Hill - Edna St. Vincent Millay
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
Friday, 28 October 2011
To a Sea Shell - Hubert Church
Friend of my chamber—O thou spiral shell
That murmurest of the ever-murmuring sea!
That murmurest of the ever-murmuring sea!
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Flesh - Mary Eliza Fullerton
I have seen a gum-tree,
Scarred by the blaze
Of the pioneer axe,
Mend after long days;
Lip to lip shut
Of the separate bark,
Till the gape of the wound
Was a vanishing mark.
Scarred by the blaze
Of the pioneer axe,
Mend after long days;
Lip to lip shut
Of the separate bark,
Till the gape of the wound
Was a vanishing mark.
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Why I Love Them - Mary Alice Walton
I would tell thee of Stella, how she made glad the hours,
So oft calling mother with strewn wreaths and flowers,
Blue eyes fondly glancing, and gleefully dance,
While singing so gayly or skipping, perchance.
So oft calling mother with strewn wreaths and flowers,
Blue eyes fondly glancing, and gleefully dance,
While singing so gayly or skipping, perchance.
Thursday, 13 October 2011
A Silent Mouth - Cathal O’Byrne
O little green leaf on the bough, you hear the lark in morn,
You hear the grey feet of the wind stir in the shimmering corn,
You hear, low down in the grass,
The Singing Sidhe as they pass,
Do you ever hear, O little green flame,
My loved one calling, whispering my name?
You hear the grey feet of the wind stir in the shimmering corn,
You hear, low down in the grass,
The Singing Sidhe as they pass,
Do you ever hear, O little green flame,
My loved one calling, whispering my name?
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Fluffy, A Cat - R. C. Lehmann
So now your tale of years is done,
Old Fluff, my friend, and you have won,
Beyond our land of mist and rain,
Your way to the Elysian plain,
Where through the shining hours of heat
A cat may bask and lap and eat;
Where goldfish glitter in the streams,
And mice refresh your waking dreams,
And all, in fact, is planned—and that’s
Its great delight—to please the cats.
Old Fluff, my friend, and you have won,
Beyond our land of mist and rain,
Your way to the Elysian plain,
Where through the shining hours of heat
A cat may bask and lap and eat;
Where goldfish glitter in the streams,
And mice refresh your waking dreams,
And all, in fact, is planned—and that’s
Its great delight—to please the cats.
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Gardener's Prayer - Karel Matej Capek Chod
O Lord, grant that in some way
it may rain every day,
it may rain every day,
Monday, 10 October 2011
Thanks - Henrik Johan Ibsen
Her griefs were the hours
When my struggle was sore,--
Her joys were the powers
That the climber upbore.
When my struggle was sore,--
Her joys were the powers
That the climber upbore.
Sunday, 9 October 2011
The Eagle - Lord Alfred Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Friday, 7 October 2011
The personal, grown-up song of Ynurti Yantune - Lyubov Nenyang
Never in my life have I taken anything
Without asking
Nor have I stolen the tiniest little thing
From anybody
Without asking
Nor have I stolen the tiniest little thing
From anybody
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Bridal Eve - E. Nesbit
Good-night, my Heart, my Heart, good-night—
Oh, good and dear and fair,
With lips of life and eyes of light
And roses in your hair.
Oh, good and dear and fair,
With lips of life and eyes of light
And roses in your hair.
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
As Long As We Are Not Alone - Israel Emiot
As long as we are not alone,
as long as we have a partner.
Perhaps a stone also hears,
we shall rejoice,
as long as we have a partner.
Perhaps a stone also hears,
we shall rejoice,
Monday, 3 October 2011
The Motor Bus - Alfred Denis Godley
What is this that roareth thus?
Can it be a Motor Bus?
Can it be a Motor Bus?
Sunday, 2 October 2011
A Word To The 'Elect' - Anne Brontë
You may rejoice to think YOURSELVES secure;
You may be grateful for the gift divine--
That grace unsought, which made your black hearts pure,
And fits your earth-born souls in Heaven to shine.
You may be grateful for the gift divine--
That grace unsought, which made your black hearts pure,
And fits your earth-born souls in Heaven to shine.
Saturday, 1 October 2011
Brer Rabbit, You’s De Cutes’ Of ’Em All - James Weldon Johnson
Once der was a meetin’ in de wilderness,
All de critters of creation dey was dar;
Brer Rabbit, Brer ‘Possum, Brer Wolf, Brer Fox,
King Lion, Mister Terrapin, Mister B’ar.
De question fu’ discussion was, “Who is de bigges’ man?”
Dey ‘pinted ole Jedge Owl to decide;
He polished up his spectacles an’ put ’em on his nose,
An’ to the question slowly he replied:
All de critters of creation dey was dar;
Brer Rabbit, Brer ‘Possum, Brer Wolf, Brer Fox,
King Lion, Mister Terrapin, Mister B’ar.
De question fu’ discussion was, “Who is de bigges’ man?”
Dey ‘pinted ole Jedge Owl to decide;
He polished up his spectacles an’ put ’em on his nose,
An’ to the question slowly he replied:
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