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Category Archives: Poetry
Two Butterflies went out at Noon – Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson possessed the gift of mystic vision, and that vision is displayed brilliantly in this fantabulous little poem that offers a little drama of two butterflies on a magical flight. Two Butterflies went out at Noon— And waltzed above a Farm— Then stepped straight through the Firmament And rested on a Beam— And then—togetherContinue reading “Two Butterflies went out at Noon – Emily Dickinson”
Tulips BY SYLVIA PLATH
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. I have given my name and myContinue reading “Tulips BY SYLVIA PLATH”
Rain BY EDWARD THOMAS – Poetry
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks For washing me cleaner than I have been Since I was born into solitude. Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: ButContinue reading “Rain BY EDWARD THOMAS – Poetry”
De ce nu-mi vii? … Mihai Eminescu
It’s that time of the year again when I pick one lovely poem from Eminescu (well known Romanian poet) and this year, I’ve chosen a ballad of love and yearning where the man is desperately waiting for his lover to come to him. Some finer points lost in translation are the use of the possessiveContinue reading “De ce nu-mi vii? … Mihai Eminescu”
A Child Of Mine By Edgar Guest
I will lend you, for a little time, A child of mine, He said. For you to love the while he lives, And mourn for when he’s dead.
One Sister Have I In Our House By Emily Dickinson
One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes By Pablo Neruda
When I die I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me one more time to feel the smoothness that changed my destiny.
Before Summer Rain – Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
Suddenly, from all the green around you, something-you don’t know what-has disappeared; you feel it creeping closer to the window, in total silence. From the nearby wood you hear the urgent whistling of a plover, reminding you of someone’s Saint Jerome: so much solitude and passion come from that one voice, whose fierce request theContinue reading “Before Summer Rain – Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke”
Antonia Pozzi – Sublime voice of the twentieth century – Restless soul, vibrant with poetry
Who’ll sell me a flower today? I have so many in my heart: but all clasped in heavy bunches – trampled – done in.
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