Poem 100 — 100 days of poetry
Give me the chance, and I will make
Thy thoughts of me, like worms this day,
Take wings and change to butterflies
That in the golden light shall play;
Thy cold, clear heart—the quiet pool
That never heard Love's nightingale—
Shall hear his music night and day,
And in no seasons shall it fail. Continue reading "Love’s Inspiration — William H. Davies (Poem)"
Poem 99 - 100 days of poetry
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind. Continue reading "Lines Written in Early Spring — William Wordsworth (Poem)"
Poem 96 - 100 days of poetry
Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are guttering low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
And leave your friends and go.
Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread,
Look not left nor right:
In all the endless road you tread
There's nothing but the night.
A Shropshire Lad - Poem LX
Poem 85 - 100 days of poetry
I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die. Continue reading "The White Birds – Poem by W. B. Yeats"
Poem 84 - 100 days of poetry
Sometimes she is a child within mine arms,
Cowering beneath dark wings that love must chase,—
With still tears showering and averted face,
Inexplicably fill'd with faint alarms:
And oft from mine own spirit's hurtling harms
I crave the refuge of her deep embrace,—
Against all ills the fortified strong place
And sweet reserve of sovereign counter-charms.
And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,
Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns away
All shafts of shelterless tumultuous day.
Like the moon's growth, his face gleams through his tune;
And as soft waters warble to the moon,
Our answering spirits chime one roundelay.
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 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 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 69 - 100 days of poetry
There be none of Beauty's daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me: Continue reading "Stanzas for Music – Poem by Lord Byron"
Poem 68 - 100 days of poetry
In the deep nights I dig for you, O Treasure!
To seek you over the wide world I roam,
For all abundance is but meager measure
Of your bright beauty which is yet to come. Continue reading "In the Deep Nights – Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke"