Poem 80 - 100 days of poetry
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: Continue reading "If — Rudyard Kipling — Poem"
Poem 79 - 100 days of poetry
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes. Continue reading "The Enkindled Spring – D. H. Lawrence"
Poem 78 - 100 days of poetry
Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Continue reading "To His Coy Mistress – Poem – Andrew Marvell"
Poem 77 - 100 days of poetry
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am, and live with shadows tost Continue reading "I Am – John Clare"
Poem 76 - 100 days of poetry
The untold want, by life and land ne’er granted,
Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.
Poem 75 - 100 days of poetry
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever. Continue reading "A Farewell – Poem by Lord Tennyson"
Poem 74 - 100 days of poetry
Oh, the world is all too rude for thee, with much ado and care;
Oh, this world is but a rude world, and hurts a thing so fair;
Was there a nook in which the world had never been to sear,
That place would prove a paradise when thou and Love were near. Continue reading "A World for Love – John Clare"
Poem 73 - 100 days of poetry
There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away,
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll –
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears a Human soul.
Poem 72 - 100 days of poetry
Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall? Continue reading "Life – by Charlotte Brontë"
Poem 71 — 100 days of poetry
We sat together at one summer’s end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry. Continue reading "Adam’s Curse – Poem by William Butler Yeats"