He would not stay for me, and who can wonder A. E. Housman, 1859 - 1936 He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
Im Wasser wogt die Lilie, die blanke, hin und her, Doch irrst du, Freund, sobald du sagst, sie schwanke hin und her: Es wurzelt ja so fest ihr Fuß im tiefen Meeresgrund, Ihr Haupt nur wiegt ein lieblicher Gedanke hin und her! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4PRS7lMGyY Johann Wolfgang von Goethe was a German writer, pictorial artist, biologist, theoretical… Continue reading LOVELY WATER LILLY BY JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like… Continue reading Still I Rise by Maya Angelou, Happy 4th of July 2017!
“Death Be Not Proud” is among the most famous and most beloved poems in English literature. Its popularity lies in its message of hope couched in eloquent, quotable language. Donne’s theme tells the reader that death has no right to be proud, since human beings do not die but live eternally after “one short sleep.”… Continue reading Death, Be Not Proud By John Donne
After the lovely Sonnet 116 and Sonnet 130, I present to you another love poem. Despite being a popular Shakespeare poem, this is not a sonnet of any kind. It only has twelve lines and a sonnet needs fourteen. Of course, this poem isn't even written in iambic-pentameter! It's rhyme scheme is AABCCB-DDEFFE. O Mistress mine, where… Continue reading O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
ONE morning (raw it was and wet-- A foggy day in winter time) A Woman on the road I met, Not old, though something past her prime: Majestic in her person, tall and straight; And like a Roman matron's was her mien and gait. The ancient spirit is not dead; Old times, thought I, are… Continue reading The Sailor’s Mother * William Wordsworth Poem
We are friends with no agenda, Free to lay bare our real selves, Fragments never exposed to light, Hidden caverns for our souls to dwell. Our love for each other sustains us, A lifelong bond sets us apart, Ours are the ties that liberate, Tuned to the strings of our hearts. Best friends for life… Continue reading Happy Birthday Poem
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see’st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by… Continue reading Autumn poetry from Shakespeare – That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73)
Scraping at the ground above me, Wet mud on my decomposing skin, Flower bouquets flattened by rain, Church bells ring as I rise to sin, Hardened organs kick start for this day, My dearest Halloween I am on my way.