Category Archives: Poems
In My Craft or Sullen Art
by Dylan Thomas In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When [...]
Ars Poetica
By Archibald MacLeish A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb [...]
Relativity
for Stephen Hawking Sarah Howe When we wake up brushed by panic in the dark [...]
DREAMS
Langston Hughes (1901 – 1967) Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is [...]
A VISION
Simon Armitage The future was a beautiful place, once. Remember the full-blown balsa-wood town on [...]
September Song
When I was a young man courting the girls I played me a waiting game [...]
On the Pulse of Morning
Maya Angelou A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Marked [...]
Casey at the Bat
Ernest Lawrence Thayer 1863–1940 The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day: The [...]
Trees
By Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a [...]
Variations On The Word Love
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It’s the right size for [...]