Decomposition By Zulfikar Ghose I have a picture I took in Bombay of a beggar asleep on the pavement: grey‑haired, wearing shorts and a dirty shirt, his shadow thrown aside like a blanket. His arms and legs could be cracks…
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This Is My Letter To The World
Welcome, everyone, to a journey into the heart of a truly remarkable poem. Today, we unravel the beauty and profound message of Emily Dickinson’s “This Is My Letter To The World.” This short, yet immensely powerful, poem invites us to…
Prologue
Prologue By Anne Bradstreet To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun, For my mean Pen are too superior things; Or how they all, or each their dates have run, Let Poets and Historians…
Three Little Birds in a Row
Welcome, aspiring literary explorers, to a fascinating journey into a short yet profound poem that offers a keen observation of social dynamics. While sometimes mistakenly attributed to Stephen Crane, this insightful work, “Three Little Birds in a Row,” stands as…
September Song
Geoffrey Hill’s “September Song” stands as a profound and challenging work within modern poetry. This poem invites readers into a deeply unsettling meditation on history, memory, and the human capacity for both immense suffering and quiet reflection. Its stark imagery…
The Old Maid
I saw her in a Broadway car, The woman I might grow to be; I felt my lover look at her And then turn suddenly to me. Her hair was dull and drew no light And yet its color was…
The Power of the Dog
The Power of the Dog By Rudyard Kipling There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more?…
A Late Walk
When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground, The whir of sober birds Up from the…
Brahma
Welcome, fellow explorers of language and thought! Today, a profound and captivating poem awaits our discovery: Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “Brahma.” This short yet immensely powerful work invites us to ponder the very nature of existence, the divine, and our place…
Marking Time
Marking Time By Owen Sheers That mark upon your back is finally fading in the way our memory will, of that night our lust wouldn’t wait for bed so laid us out upon the floor instead where we worked up…
Yankee Doodle
Yankee Doodle went to town, Riding on a pony. He stuck a feather in his cap, And called it macaroni. Yankee Doodle, keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy, Mind the music and the step, And with the girls be handy.…
Ride A Cock Horse to Banbury Cross
Ride A Cock Horse to Banbury Cross Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross, To see a fine lady upon a white horse; Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, She shall have music wherever she goes. Unveiling…
Monday’s Child
Monday’s child is fair of face, Tuesday’s child is full of grace, Wednesday’s child is full of woe, Thursday’s child has far to go, Friday’s child is loving and giving, Saturday’s child works hard for a living, But the child…
No Coward Soul is Mine
No Coward Soul is Mine No trembler in the world’s storm troubled sphere I see Heaven’s glories shine And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear O God within my breast Almighty ever-present Deity Life, which in me has rest,…
The Heart of a Woman
The Heart of a Woman By Georgia Douglas Johnson The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn, As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on, Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam In the wake…
Fame is a Bee
Fame is a Bee By Anonymous Fame is a bee. It has a song, It has a sting, Ah, too, it has a wing. Welcome to an insightful exploration of “Fame is a Bee,” a poem that, despite its brevity,…
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
Welcome to an insightful exploration of one of Emily Dickinson’s most profound and captivating poems, “The Soul Selects Her Own Society.” This timeless work invites readers to delve into themes of individuality, choice, and the formidable power of the inner…
The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean
Welcome, aspiring poets and curious minds, to a fascinating journey into the heart of a truly evocative poem. Today, we delve into a piece that, though brief, offers a profound reflection on the world around us and within us. Let…
Loving You Less Than Life, a Little Less
Loving You Less Than Life, a Little Less By Edna St. Vincent Millay Loving you less than life, a little less Than bitter sweet upon a broken wall Or brush wood smoke in autumn, I confess I cannot swear I…
Fog
Fog by Carl Sandburg The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. Unveiling the Magic of “Fog” Welcome, curious minds, to a journey into the heart of…