A Shropshire Lad II: Loveliest of Trees ( Read more... )

There Will Come Soft Rains ( Read more... )

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
The bridall of the earth and skie:
The dew shall weep thy fall to night;
For thou must die.

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Sweet rose, whose hue angrie and brave ( Read more... )

"For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours."

-- Pam Brown (born 1948)

The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was ( Read more... )

This time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

Shakespeare

I would quote the entire poem, except it gets really depressing after this, and I was just admiring the way these lines capture this season of ( Read more... )

A nasty surprise in a sandwich ( Read more... )

This evening, I sat by an open window
and read till the light was gone and the book
was no more than a part of the darkness.
I could easily have switched on a lamp,
but I wanted to ride this day down into night,
to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page
with the pale gray ghost of my hand.

Ted Kooser (1939-)

On The Sea ( Read more... )

Give all to love ( Read more... )