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
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