Appropriate that we're heading to one family holiday, that I post this author. Somehow, it all comes back to family, doesn't it?

Do not go gentle into that good night ( Read more... )

Unwittingly began looking for Adrienne Rich poems, when I saw olivia_circe had posted her already today. Thankfully, the ones I've pulled are different, so we have an Adrienne kind of day.

The glass has been falling all the afternoon ( Read more... )

This author writes prose and sermons more than poetry, but I can't not. His prose shirks the border of poetry, anyway. He tiptoes close to it, so close that you close your eyes and let it sink in; I tilt my face up to meet it.

ADVENT ( Read more... )

This one has a more personal touch; this was read at my dedication (similar to a christening or baptism) when I was a kid. My mom has a print of this framed on her desk ever since.

Your children are not your children ( Read more... )

One of my favorite poems. I close my eyes and follow along, till I hear the ruffle of feathers and the quiet clack of a beak.

Hope is the thing with feathers ( Read more... )

April, in all its spring glory, is National Poetry Month. I don't think I've ever posted for this, though I've read poems across my friends page year after year ( Read more... )