Poem Of The Day

Night by Lucy Maud Montgomery "A pale enchanted moon is sinking low Behind the dunes that fringe the shadowy lea, And there is haunted starlight on the flow Of immemorial sea"...

The Current by Raymond Carver "These fish have no eyes these silver fish that come to me in dreams, scattering their roe and milt in the pockets of my brain"...

oday Is Sunday by Nazim Hikmet "Today is Sunday. For the first time they took me out into the sun today. And for the first time in my life I was aghast that the sky is so far away"...

Fire On The Hills by Robinson Jeffers "The deer were bounding like blown leaves Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire; I thought of the smaller lives that were caught"...

The Last Word by Matthew Arnold "Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last"...

A Flower Given to My Daughter by James Joyce "Frail the white rose and frail are Her hands that gave Whose soul is sere and paler Than time's wan wave"...

February: Thinking of Flowers by Jane Kenyon "Now wind torments the field, turning the white surface back on itself, back and back on itself, like an animal licking a wound"...

The Planter's Daughter by Austin Clarke "When night stirred at sea, An the fire brought a crowd in They say that her beauty Was music in mouth And few in the candlelight Thought her too proud, For the house of the planter Is known by the trees"...

Potomac Town in February by Carl Sandburg The bridge says: Come across, try me; see how good I am. The big rock in the river says: Look at me; learn how to stand up"...

Pickle Belt by Theodore Roethke "The fruit rolled by all day. They prayed the cogs would creep; They thought about Saturday pay, And Sunday sleep"...

Acquainted With the Night by Robert Frost "I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain --and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light"...

In a Lonely Place by Stephen Crane "In a lonely place, I encountered a sage Who sat, all still, Regarding a newspaper. He accosted me: "Sir, what is this?" Then I saw that I was greater"...

A Musician's Wife by Weldon Kees "Between the visits to the shock ward The doctors used to let you play On the old upright Baldwin Donated by a former patient Who is said to be quite stable now"...

The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens "One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow"...

Eight O'Clock by A. E. Housman "He stood, and heard the steeple Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town. One, two, three, four, to market-place and people It tossed them down"...