The Darkling Thrush
By Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening [...]
Digging
– Seamus Heaney Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, [...]
Have You Earned Your Tomorrow?
by Edgar Guest Is anybody happier because you passed his way? Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today? [...]
Good Timber
by Douglas Malloch The tree that never had to fight For sun and sky and air and light, But stood [...]
The Fish
– Elizabeth Bishop I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my [...]
NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY
Robert Frost Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so [...]
Reply to the Question: “How can You Become a Poet?”
by Eve Merriam take the leaf of a tree trace its exact shape the outside edges and inner lines memorize [...]
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
E. E. Cummings somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most [...]