Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
Benediction - Sister Ruth Fox
May God bless us with discomfort
at easy answers, half-truths, and superficial relationships,
so that we may live from deep within our hearts.
at easy answers, half-truths, and superficial relationships,
so that we may live from deep within our hearts.
Thursday, 25 August 2011
The Harvest Bow - Seamus Heaney
As you plaited the harvest bow
You implicated the mellowed silence in you
In wheat that does not rust
But brightens as it tightens twist by twist
Into a knowable corona,
A throwaway love-knot of straw.
You implicated the mellowed silence in you
In wheat that does not rust
But brightens as it tightens twist by twist
Into a knowable corona,
A throwaway love-knot of straw.
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Untitled [This is what was bequeathed us] - Gregory Orr
This is what was bequeathed us:
This earth the beloved left
And, leaving,
Left to us.
This earth the beloved left
And, leaving,
Left to us.
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
The Changing Light - Lawrence Ferlinghetti
The changing light
at San Francisco
is none of your East Coast light
at San Francisco
is none of your East Coast light
Monday, 22 August 2011
A Drinking Song - W. B. Yeats
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
Sunday, 21 August 2011
They had it coming - Steve Turner
The South East Asians,
they were made to cry,
Look at their eyes all
narrowed up and ready to bawl.
they were made to cry,
Look at their eyes all
narrowed up and ready to bawl.
Saturday, 20 August 2011
Upon Julia's Clothes - Robert Herrick
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Friday, 19 August 2011
Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Thursday, 18 August 2011
Ballad - Sonia Sanchez
forgive me if i laugh
you are so sure of love
you are so young
and i too old to learn of love.
you are so sure of love
you are so young
and i too old to learn of love.
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