Folks, we are now at the end of National Poetry Month. Thank you for taking the time to stop on by and celebrate with me. I could not think of a more appropriate poem to end the celebration with than the one below. Enjoy! To One Who Loved Not Poetry by Sappho THOU liest dead, and there will be no memory left behind Of thee or thine in all the earth, for never didst thou bind The roses of Pierian [...]
My Song Of Today by Therese of Lisieux Oh! how I love Thee, Jesus! my soul aspires to Thee– And yet for one day only my simple prayer I pray! Come reign within my heart, smile tenderly on me, To-day, dear Lord, to-day. But if I dare take thought of what the morrow brings– That fills my fickle heart with dreary, dull dismay; I crave, indeed, my God, trials and sufferings, But only for to-day! O sweetest Star of heaven! [...]
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door – Only this, and nothing more.’ Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought [...]
I Hear America Singing by Walt Whitman I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deck- hand singing on the steamboat deck, The shoemaker singing as he sits on [...]
The Desert Has Many Teachings by Mechthild of Magdeburg In the desert, Turn toward emptiness, Fleeing the self. Stand alone, Ask no one’s help, And your being will quiet, Free from the bondage of things. Those who cling to the world, Endeavor to free them; Those who are free, praise. Care for the sick, But live alone, Happy to drink from the waters of sorrow, To kindle Love’s fire With the twigs of a simple life. Thus you will live [...]
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-15 from the King James Bible To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to [...]
Sonnet 29 by William Shakespeare When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess’d, Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, [...]
Two female Christian mystics deserve some time and recognition for poetry and music that has inspired generations of Christians. I Am That by Julian of Norwich I am that which is highest. I am that which is lowest. I am that which is All. I It am by Julian of Norwich I it am. The greatness and goodness of the Father, I it am; the wisdom and kindness of the Mother, I it am Antiphon for the Angels by Hildegard [...]
Tintern Abbey by William Wordsworth FIVE years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a soft inland murmur. — Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky. The day is come when I again repose Here, under this dark sycamore, and [...]
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