Sonnet 22: My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time’s furrows I behold, Then look…
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Shut Out
Shut Out by Christina Rossetti The door was shut. I looked between Its iron bars; and saw it lie, My garden, mine, beneath the sky, Pied with all flowers bedewed and green: From bough to bough the song-birds crossed, From…
Petals
Welcome, everyone, to a wonderful journey into the world of poetry! Today, we are going to explore a truly beautiful and thought-provoking poem by Amy Lowell called “Petals.” This poem, though short, holds a universe of meaning about life, time,…
Friendly Advice to a Lot of Young Men
Friendly Advice to a Lot of Young Men by Charles Bukowski Go to Tibet Ride a camel. Read the bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a beard. Circle the world in a paper canoe. Subscribe to The Saturday Evening Post.…
Sonnet 27
Welcome, fellow explorers of language and emotion, to a captivating journey into the heart of William Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 27.” This remarkable poem invites readers to delve into the profound depths of human experience, particularly the restless nature of love and…
Sonnet 23
Welcome, young scholars and wordsmiths, to a fascinating journey into the heart of poetic expression! Today, we unravel the intricate beauty of one of William Shakespeare’s most profound sonnets, “Sonnet 23”. This poem offers a timeless exploration of love, communication,…
Sonnet 20
Sonnet 20: A Masterpiece of Unconventional Beauty by William Shakespeare A woman’s face, with nature’s own hand painted, Hast thou, the master-mistress of my love, A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted, With shifting change as is false woman’s fashion.…
Amoretti XXX: My Love is Like to Ice, And I To Fire
My love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it…
The Sea of Glass
I looked and saw a sea roofed over with rainbows, In the midst of each two lovers met and departed, Then the sky was full of faces with gold glories behind them. Unveiling “The Sea of Glass”: A Journey into…
The Sacred
The Sacred by Stephen Dunn After the teacher asked if anyone had a sacred place and the students fidgeted and shrunk in their chairs, the most serious of them all said it was his car, being in it alone, his…
My Son My Executioner
My Son, My Executioner by Donald Hall My son, my executioner, I take you in my arms, Quiet and small and just astir And whom my body warms. Sweet death, small son, our instrument Of immortality, Your cries and hunger…
I’ll You How the Sun Rose
I’ll Tell You How the Sun Rose by Emily Dickinson I’ll tell you how the Sun rose, A Ribbon at a time. The Steeples swam in Amethyst, The news, like Squirrels, ran. The Hills untied their Bonnets, The Bobolinks begun.…
Elm
Welcome, aspiring literary explorers, to a journey into the profound depths of a truly remarkable poem. Today, we delve into “Elm,” a powerful and haunting work that invites us to confront the unspoken fears and intricate workings of the human…
All the World’s a Stage
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His life a drama. First age: infant Mewling and puking in…
Waterfall
Welcome, fellow explorers of language and meaning, to a journey into the heart of Lauris Dorothy Edmond’s poignant poem, “Waterfall.” This beautiful piece invites us to reflect on the relentless flow of time, the evolving nature of love, and the…
The Man in the Glass
When you get what you want in your struggle for self And the world makes you king for a day Just go to the mirror and look at yourself And see what that man has to say. For it isn’t…
Sonnet 151
Sonnet 151: Love is Too Young to Know What Conscience Is by William Shakespeare Love is too young to know what conscience is; Yet who knows not, conscience is born of love? Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss, Lest…
Holding Hands
Holding Hands by Lenore M. Link Elephants walking Along the trails Are holding hands By holding tails. Trunks and tails Are handy things When elephants walk In circus rings. Elephants work And elephants play And elephants walk And feel so…
A Litany for Survival
For those of us who live at the shoreline standing upon the constant edges of decision crucial and alone for those of us who cannot indulge the passing dreams of choice who love in doorways coming and going in the…
The Bluebird
The Bluebird by Charles Bukowski there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you. there’s a bluebird in my…