Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature. They discern Unerringly the Archetypes, all the verities Which mortals lack or indirectly learn. Transparent in primordial truth, unvarying, Pure Earthness and right Stonehood from their clear, High…
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Al Claro De Luna (In the Light of the Moon)
Welcome, young explorers of poetry, to a journey into the captivating world of Delmira Agustini’s “Al Claro De Luna” (In the Light of the Moon). Prepare to uncover the secrets and beauty held within its lines, guided by the luminous…
I Know My Soul
Welcome, fellow explorers of language and meaning, to a captivating journey into the heart of Claude McKay’s profound poem, “I Know My Soul”. This remarkable piece of literature invites us to look inward, to confront the mysteries of our own…
Lana Turner Has Collapsed
Welcome, aspiring literary explorers, to a fascinating journey into the heart of a truly unique poem. Today, we delve into Frank O’Hara’s “Lana Turner Has Collapsed,” a piece that, at first glance, might seem like a simple snapshot of a…
I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed
I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl, Not all the Frankfort berries Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air, am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, thro’ endless summer days, From inns of molten blue, When…
A Route of Evanescence
A Route of Evanescence By Emily Dickinson A Route of Evanescence, With a revolving Wheel, A Resonance of Emerald A Rush of Cochineal And every Blossom on the Bush Adjusts its tumbled head Mail from Tunis, probably, An easy Morning’s…
Inventory
Inventory By Dorothy Parker Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe. Four be the things I’d been better without: Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt. Three be the things I shall never…
The House of Life 19 Silent Noon
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, and The fingers point like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms ’Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. All around our nest, far as the eye…
From the Dark Tower
From the Dark Tower By Countee Cullen We shall not always plant while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, abject and mute, That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap; Not everlastingly while others sleep…
As Froth on the Face of the Deep
As Froth on the Face of the Deep By Christina Rossetti As froth on the face of the deep, As foam on the crest of the sea, As dreams at the waking of sleep, As gourd of a day and…
Wilderness
There is a wolf in me, a fox in me, a hog in me, a fish in me, a baboon in me, an eagle in me, and a mockingbird in me. I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside…
All Hallows’ Eve
All Hallows’ Eve By Dorothea Tanning Be perfect, make it otherwise. Yesterday is torn in shreds. Lightning’s thousand sulfur eyes Rip apart the breathing beds. Hear bones crack and pulverize. Doom creeps in on rubber treads. Countless overwrought housewives, Minds…
Sonnet 104
Sonnet 104: To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old By William Shakespeare To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters…
The Bright Lights of Sarajevo
The Bright Lights of Sarajevo By Tony Harrison After the hours that Sarajevans pass Queuing with empty canisters of gas to get the refills they wheel home in prams, or queuing for the precious meagre grams of bread they’re rationed…
The Waking
The Waking By Theodore Roethke I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to…
Lot’s Wife
Lot’s Wife By Anna Akhmatova And the just man trailed God’s shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice kept harrying his woman: “It’s not too late, you can still look back at the…
The Garden
Welcome, dear readers, to a journey into the tranquil beauty and profound thoughts of Andrew Marvell’s timeless poem, “The Garden.” Prepare to explore a world where nature offers solace, the mind finds freedom, and every leaf and flower holds a…
September Midnight
Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer, Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing, Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects, Ceaseless, insistent. The grasshopper’s horn, far off, high in the maples, The wheel of a…
Youth and Age
Youth and Age By Samuel Taylor Coleridge Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee— Both were mine! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young! When I was young?—Ah, woful…
Daystar
Daystar By Rita Dove She wanted a little room for thinking; but she saw diapers steaming on the line, a doll slumped behind the door. So she lugged a chair behind the garage to sit out the children’s naps. Sometimes…