Monday, December 16, 2013
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," by Robert Frost
Stopping by
Woods on a Snowy Evening
1 Whose
woods these are I think I know.
2 His
house is in the village though;
3 He
will not see me stopping here
4 To
watch his woods fill up with snow
5 My
little horse must think it queer
6 To
stop without a farmhouse near
7 Between
the woods and frozen lake
8 The
darkest evening of the year.
9 He
gives his harness bells a shake
10 To ask
if there is some mistake.
11 The
only other sound’s the sweet
12 Of easy
wind and downy flake
13 The
woods are lovely, dark and deep.
14 But I
have promises to keep,
15 And
miles to go before I sleep,
16 And
miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost
Monday, December 2, 2013
"Hope Is the Thing with Feathers," by Emily Dickinson
Hope Is the Thing with Feathers
1 Hope is the thing with feathers
2 That perches in the soul,
3 And sings the tune without the words,
4 And never stops at all,
5 And sweetest in the gale is heard;
6 And sore must be the storm
7 That could abash the little bird
8 That kept so many warm.
9 I've heard it in the chilliest land,
10 And on the strangest sea;
11 Yet, never, in extremity,
12 It asked a crumb of me.
- Emily Dickinson
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
"Mother to Son," by Langston Hughes
Mother to Son
-Langston Hughes
1 Well, son, I’ll
tell you:
2 Life for me aint
been no crystal stair.
3 It’s had tacks in
it,
4 And splinters,
5 And boards torn up,
6 And places with no
carpet on the floor –
7 Bare.
8 But all the time
9 I’se been a-climbin’
on,
10 And reachin’
landin’s,
11 And turnin’ corners,
12 And sometimes goin’
in the dark
13 Where there ain’t
been no light.
14 So boy, don’t you
turn back.
15 Don’t you set down
on the steps
16 ‘Cause you finds
it’s kinder hard.
17 Don’t you fall now –
For I’se still goin’, honey,
18 I’se still climbin’,
19 And life for me aint
been no crystal stair.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Friday, October 25, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
"The Night Dances," by Sylvia Plath
The Night
Dances
-Sylvia Plath
1 A
smile fell in the grass.
2 Irretrievable!
3 And
how will your night dances
4 Lose
themselves. In mathematics?
5 Sure
pure leaps and spirals –
6 Surely
they travel
7 The
world forever, I shall not entirely
8 Sit emptied
of beauties, the gift
9 Of
your small breath, the drenched grass
10 Smell
of your sleeps, lilies, lilies.
11 Their
flesh bears no relation
12 Cold
folds of ego, the calla,
13 And the
tiger, embellishing itself –
14 Spots,
and a spread of hot petals.
15 The
comets
16 Have
such a space to cross.
17 Such
coldness, forgetfulness.
18 So your
gestures flake 0ff –
19 Warm
and human, then their pink light
20 Bleeding
and peeling
21 Through
the black amnesias of heaven.
22 Why am
I given
23 These lamps,
these planets
24 Failing
like blessings, like flakes
25 Six-sided,
white
26 On my
eyes, my lips, my hair
27 Touching
and melting.
28 Nowhere.Thursday, October 10, 2013
"Ode to Enchanted Light," by Pablo Neruda
Ode to
Enchanted Light
- Pablo Neruda (translated
by Ken Krabbenhoft)
1 Under
the trees light
2 has
dropped from the top of the sky,
3 light
4 like
a green
5 latticework
of branches,
6 shining
7 on
every leaf,
8 drifting
down like clean
9 white
sand.
10 A
cicada sends
11 its
sawing song
12 high
into the empty air.
13 The
world is
14 a glass
overflowing
15 with
water.
Sunday, October 6, 2013
"Blessing the Boats," by Lucille Clifton
Blessing the
Boats
-Lucille Clifton
(at St. Mary’s)
1 may the tide
2 that is entering even now
3 the lip of our understanding
4 carry you out
5 beyond the face of fear
6 may you kiss the wind then turn from it
7 certain that it will
8 love your back may you
9 open your eyes to water
10 water waving forever
11 and may you in your innocence
12 sail through this to that
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
"The Coin," by Sara Teasdale
The Coin
-Sara Teasdale
1 Into
my heart’s treasury
2 I
slipped a coin
3 That
time cannot take
4 Nor
a thief purloin –
5 Oh,
better than the minting
6 Of
a gold-crowned king
7 Is
the safe-kept memory
8 Of
a lovely thing.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
The Spring and the Fall, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Spring
and the Fall
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
1 In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
2 I walked the road beside my dear.
3 The trees were black where the bark was wet.
4 I see them yet, in the spring of the year.
5 He broke me a bough of the blossoming peach
6 That was out of the way and hard to reach.
7 In the fall of the year, in the fall of the year,
8 I walked the road beside my dear.
9 The rooks went up with a raucous trill.
10 I hear them still, in the fall of the year.
11 He laughed at all I dared to praise,
12 And broke my heart, in little ways
13 Year be springing or year be falling,
14 The bark will drip and the birds be calling.
15 There’s much that’s fine to see and hear
16 In the spring of a year, in the fall of a year.
17 ‘Tis not love’s going hurts my days,
18 But that it went in little ways
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