Poem Of The Day

Roman Wall Blues by W. H. Auden "Over the heather the wet wind blows, I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose. The rain comes pattering out of the sky, I'm a Wall soldier, I don't know why"...

Cuttings by Theodore Roethke "This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks, Cut stems struggling to put down feet, What saint strained so much, Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life?"...

Alone by Maya Angelou "Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone"...

The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain by Wallace Stevens "There it was, word for word, The poem that took the place of a mountain. He breathed its oxygen, Even when the book lay turned in the dust of his table"...

Across The Red Sky by Katherine Mansfield " Across the red sky two birds flying, Flying with drooping wings. Silent and solitary their ominous flight"...

One From One Leaves Two by Ogden Nash "Higgledy piggledy, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen. Gentlemen come every day To count what my black hen doth lay. If perchance she lays too many, They fine my hen a pretty penny"...

Through These Pale Cold Days by Isaac Rosenberg "Through these pale cold days What dark faces burn Out of three thousand years, And their wild eyes yearn"...

'Fall, leaves, fall' by Emily Bronte "Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree"...

The Falling Of The Leaves by William Butler Yeats "Autumn is over the long leaves that love us, And over the mice in the barley sheaves; Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us, And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves"...

The World is With Me by Thomas Hood "The world is with me, and its many cares, Its woes--its wants--the anxious hopes and fears That wait on all terrestrial affairs"...

Her breast is fit for pearls by Emily Dickinson "Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver" -- Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest. Her heart is fit for home -- I -- a Sparrow -- build there Sweet of twigs and twine My perennial nest."

The Castle by Edwin Muir "All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the hay And the enemy half a mile away They seemed no threat to us at all"...

The Crescent Moon by Amy Lowell "Slipping softly through the sky Little horned, happy moon, Can you hear me up so high? Will you come down soon"...

Laughing Rose by William Henry Davies "If I were gusty April now, How I would blow at laughing Rose; I'd make her ribbons slip their knots, And all her hair come loose"...

The Twilight Turns by James Joyce "The twilight turns from amethyst To deep and deeper blue, The lamp fills with a pale green glow The trees of the avenue"...