Poem of the Week: Spring by Edna St. Vincent Millay

To what purpose, April, do you return again?

Beauty is not enough.

You can no longer quiet me with the redness

Of little leaves opening stickily.

I know what I know. Continue reading “Poem of the Week: Spring by Edna St. Vincent Millay”

National Poetry Month: Poem of the Week

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Welcome to April and this month is a great time to brush off those winter blues because is National Poetry Month, an event that increases awareness and participation of great poetry that is out there. I am a great lover of poetry and what great way to show my appreciation of the poetic form than by publishing a classic poem! So, every beginning of the week for the month of April, I’ll publish poems from popular poets. Let’s start the month off right with some great poetry!

Happy Reading!

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Poem of the Week: Ode to Pity by Jane Austen

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Ever musing I delight to tread
The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove
Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed
On disappointed Love.
While Philomel on airy hawthorn Bush
Sings sweet and Melancholy, And the thrush
Converses with the Dove. Continue reading “Poem of the Week: Ode to Pity by Jane Austen”

Poem of the Week: Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold

The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

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Poem of the Week: On Imagination by Phillis Wheatley

Thy various works, imperial queen, we see,
    How bright their forms! how deck’d with pomp by thee!
Thy wond’rous acts in beauteous order stand,
And all attest how potent is thine hand.

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Poem of the Week: To A Mouse by Robert Burns

 On Turning up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
          Wi’ bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee
          Wi’ murd’ring pattle!

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Poem of the Week 2018

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Welcome to April! April doesn’t just bring showers for those May flowers, but this month is also the celebration of National Poetry Month, a month long even that increases the awareness and importance of poetry in our lives.

So in honor of this great month, I am restarting “Poem of the Week”. Every beginning of the week for the month of April, I’ll publish poems from popular poets. I did that last year and a lot of you (including myself) appear to enjoy it. So let us start the month off right with some great poetry!

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Poem of the Week: Peace of It All

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And we end National Poetry Month with a poem I written recently. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading the Poems of the Week!

Through the countryside
The rolling hills
The brisk wind
The dewy smell
English nature beckons a call

Books pile high
Cup of tea by my side
I lay down on the dark, green grass
Words dance on the page
Dance through the clear, blue sky
My peaceful reading calms the land

The wind picks up
The grass dances along the plains
Nature breathtaking
So I pick up my pen
My writing flows off the page

Poem of the Week: Sonnet 20 by William Shakespeare

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A Woman’s Face With Nature’s Own Hand Painted  

by William Shakespeare

A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change as is false women’s fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
      But since she pricked thee out for women’s pleasure,
      Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.

Poem of the Week: The Lady’s Yes by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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” Yes !” I answered you last night ;
” No !” this morning, Sir, I say !
Colours, seen by candle-light,
Will not look the same by day.
When the tabors played their best,
Lamps above, and laughs below —
Love me sounded like a jest,
Fit for Yes or fit for No !
Call me false, or call me free —
Vow, whatever light may shine,
No man on your face shall see
Any grief for change on mine.