The Enkindled Spring – D. H. Lawrence

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"

To His Coy Mistress – Poem – Andrew Marvell

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"

I Am – John Clare

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"

The Untold Want – Walt Whitman

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.

A Farewell – Poem by Lord Tennyson

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"

A World for Love – John Clare

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"

There is no Frigate like a Book – Poem by Emily Dickinson

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.

Life – by Charlotte Brontë

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"

Adam’s Curse – Poem by William Butler Yeats

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"

Echo — Poem by Christina Rossetti

Poem 70 - 100 days of poetry

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years. Continue reading "Echo — Poem by Christina Rossetti"