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Poem for the Day

Posted: 11 August 2014

"Have you news of my boy Jack?"
Not this tide.
"When d'you think that he'll come back?"
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

"Has any one else had word of him?"
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,...
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

"Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?"
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind -
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.

Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide.

My Boy Jack
Rudyard Kipling

 

Poem for the Day

Posted: 10 August 2014

And when our streets are green again
When metalled roads are green
And girls walk barefoot through the weeds
Of Regent Street, Saint Martin's Lane

And children hide in factories
Where burdock blooms and vetch and rust,
And elms and oaks and chestnut trees...
Are tall again and hope is lost

When up the Strand the foxes glide
And hedgehogs sniff and wildcats yell
And golden orioles come back
To flash through Barnes and Clerkenwell

When governments and industries
Lie choked by weeds in fertile rain
For sure the few who stay alive
Will laugh and grow to love again

Song
John McGrath

Poem for the Day

Posted: 9 August 2014

When beauty breaks and falls asunder
I feel no grief for it, but wonder.
When love, like a frail shell, lies broken,
I keep no chip of it for token.
I never had a man for friend
Who did not know that love must end.
I never had a girl for lover
Who could discern when love was over....
What the wise doubt, the fool believes--
Who is it, then, that love deceives?

Juan's Song
Louise Bogan

Poem for the Day

Posted: 8 August 2014

Maybe we are supposed to meet the wrong people
before we meet the right one
so when they finally arrive
we are truly grateful for the gift we have been given.

Maybe its true that we don't know what we have lost
until we lose it
but it is also true that we don't know what we're missing ...
until it arrives.

Maybe the happiest of people
don't have the best of everything,
but make the best of everything
that comes their way.

Maybe the best kind of love
is the kind where you sit on the sofa together,
not saying a word,
and walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you ever had.

Maybe once in a lifetime
you find someone who not only touches your heart but also your soul,
someone who loves you for who you are
and not what you could be.

Maybe the art of true love is not about finding the perfect person,
but about seeing an imperfect person perfectly.

Maybe
Anonymous

Poem for the Day

Posted: 7 August 2014

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be...
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

I Am Not Yours
Sarah Teasdale

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