The Darkling Thrush I leant upon a coppice gate,When Frost was spectre-gray,And Winter’s dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day.The tangled bine-stems scored the skyLike strings of broken lyres,And all mankind that haunted nighHad sought their household fires. The land’s sharp features seemed to meThe Century’s corpse outleant,Its crypt the cloudy canopy,The wind [...]
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Poetry Mondays – Thankful by Mandy Cidlik.
As it is Thanksgiving this week, I thought I would pick a poem centred around this. Be kind, always. Thankful No ghosts or goblins and trick-or-treats, No candy or flowers for your sweets. No gifts to buy or presents to give, Just be THANKFUL for the life that you live. [...]
Poetry Mondays – Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams.
Winter Trees. All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches. Thus having prepared their buds against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold. William Carlos Williams
Poetry Mondays – There’s Nothing Like The Sun by Edward Thomas.
There's Nothing Like the Sun. There's nothing like the sun as the year dies, Kind as it can be, this world being made so, To stones and men and beasts and birds and flies, To all things that it touches except snow, Whether on mountains side or street of town. The south wall warms me: [...]
Poetry Mondays – Pencil and Paint by Eleanor Farjeon
Pencil and Paint Winter has a pencilFor pictures clear and neat,She traces the black tree-topsUpon a snowy sheet. But autumn has a paletteAnd a painting-brush instead,And daubs the leaves for pleasureWith yellow, brown, and red. Eleanor Farjeon
Poetry Mondays – My November Guest by Robert Frost.
My November Guest. My Sorrow, when she's here with me,Thinks these dark days of autumn rainAre beautiful as days can be;She loves the bare, the withered tree;She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay.She talks and I am fain to list:She's glad the birds are gone away,She's glad her simple [...]
Poetry Mondays – The Dipper by Kathleen Jamie.
Dipper. Image from RSPB. The Dipper. It was winter, near freezing,I'd walked through a forest of firswhen I saw issue out of the waterfalla solitary bird. It lit on a damp rock,and, as water swept stupidly on,wrung from its own throatsupple, undammable song. It isn't mine to give.I can't coax this bird to my [...]
Poetry Mondays – The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.
The Raven. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber [...]
The Wild Swans at Coole, William Yeats.
Swan on Elterwater. The Wild Swans at Coole The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine-and-fifty swans. The nineteenth autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I [...]
Fall, Leaves, Fall – A Poem by Emily Bronte.
As the weather seems to have taken a turn for the worst, here is a poem by Emily Bronte that wishes for stormy, dramatic bad weather. Fall, Leaves, Fall. Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile [...]
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