November 19, 2008
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War
The trembling finger of a woman
Goes down the list of casualties
On the evening of the first snow.
The house is cold and the list is long.
All our names are included.
Charles Simic
A word is dead
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
begins to live
that day.
Emily Dickinson
Haiku 3
I think if I catch
Your breath and take it inside
Me you will stay.
Sonia Sanchez
Memory
My mind lets go a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hours –
‘Twas noon by yonder village tower
And on the last blue noon in May –
The wind came briskly up this way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then, pausing here, set down its load
Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild-rose tree.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Love is a sickness full of woes
Love is a sickness full of woes
All remedies refusing;
A plant that with most cutting grows,
Most barren with best using
Why so?
More we enjoy it, more it dies;
If not enjoyed, it sighing cries,
Hey ho.
Love is a torment of the mind,
A tempest everlasting;
An Jove hath made of a kind,
Not well, nor full nor fasting.
Why so?
More we enjoy it, more it dies;
If not enjoyed, it sighing cries,
Hey ho.
Samuel Daniel
From “The Last Fruit off an Old Tree”
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;
Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art;
I warmed both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks; and I am ready to depart
Walter Savage Landor
Love
So, the year’s done with!
(Love me forever!)
All march begun with,
April’s endeavor;
May-wreaths that bound me
June needs must sever;
Now snows fall round me,
Quenching June’s fever –
(Love me forever!)
Robert Browning
Comments (2)
nice medley beginning at the end of the crescendo! ending in soft applause: *clap-clap-clap*
Really great poems you have there. I enjoyed reading them. Thanks for sharing them, Chi. Wish.