A Play of words, poetry in motion
Mowing Poem ………………. by Robert Frost _______________________________________________________________________________________ There was never a sound beside the wood but one,And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself;Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun,Something, perhaps, about the lack of sound–And that was why it whispered … Read more…
Music Poem ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ Take me by the hand;it’s so easy for you, Angel,for you are the roadeven while being immobile. You see, I’m scared no onehere will look for me again;I couldn’t make use ofwhatever was given, so they abandoned me. At first the solitudecharmed me like a prelude,but so much music … Read more…
Mystic shadow bending near me Poem ………………. by Stephen Crane _______________________________________________________________________________________ Mystic shadow, bending near me,Who art thou?Whence come ye?And — tell me — is it fairOr is the truth bitter as eaten fire? Tell me!Fear not that I should quaver. For I dare — I dare. Then, tell me! _______________________________________________________________________________________ Stephen Crane – Wikipedia Stephen … Read more…
My Butterfly Poem ………………. by Robert Frost _______________________________________________________________________________________ Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too,And the daft sun-assaulter, heThat frightened thee so oft, is fled or dead:Saave only me(Nor is it sad to thee!)Save only meThere is none left to mourn thee in the fields. The gray grass is scarce dappled with the snow;Its two banks … Read more…
My Earlier Life Poem ………………. by Charles Baudelaire _______________________________________________________________________________________ I’ve been home a long time among the vast porticos,Which the mariner sun has tinged with a million fires,Whose grandest pillars, upright, majestic and coldRender them the same, this evening, as caves with basalt spires. The swells’ overwhelming accords of rich music,Heaving images of heaven to the … Read more…
My Heart and I Poem ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ I. ENOUGH ! we’re tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus,And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderlyThe hard types of the mason’s knife,As heaven’s sweet life renews earth’s lifeWith which we’re tired, my heart and … Read more…
My November Guest Poem ………………. by Robert Frost _______________________________________________________________________________________ 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 … Read more…
My Pretty Rose Tree Poem ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ A flower was offered to me;Such a flower as May never bore. But I said I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree. And I passed the sweet flower o’er. Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree:To tend her by day and by night. But my Rose turnd away with … Read more…
My Spectre Around Me Poem ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ My spectre around me night and dayLike a wild beast guards my way. My emanation far withinWeeps incessantly for my sin. A fathomless and boundless deep,There we wander, there we weep;On the hungry craving windMy spectre follows thee behind. He scents thy footsteps in the snow,Wheresoever … Read more…
Neither Out Far Nor In Deep Poem ………………. by Robert Frost _______________________________________________________________________________________ The people along the sandAll turn and look one way. They turn their back on the land. They look at the sea all day. As long as it takes to passA ship keeps raising its hull;The wetter ground like glassReflects a standing gull The … Read more…