The Sun in Poetry
Danse Russe If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,— if […]
Poetry
We Float!
Last weekend, Parky, the official mascot of the World Parkinson Congress, sat on the swimming pool deck at John Jay College in Manhattan, while his friend with Parkinson’s, Bruce Ballard,
The Moon in Poetry
Aware Slowly the moon is rising out of the ruddy haze, Divesting herself of her golden shift, and so Emerging white and exquisite; and I in amaze See in the
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Parky Puns Another Poem!
Parky, renowned world traveler, loves to fly. He skyped about his globe-trotting penchant with fellow poet Robert Frost, who, in light of the upcoming World Parkinson Congress, gave Parky permission to
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The Sun in Poetry
Birches When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy’s been swinging them. But swinging doesn’t bend
The Sun in a Sonnet
Limitations The subtlest strain a great musician weaves, Cannot attain in rhythmic harmony To music in his soul. May it not be Celestial lyres send hints to him? He grieves
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Parky Pens Another Poem!
Parky skyped with Emily Dickinson tonight, then rewrote her “I’m Nobody” poem to kick start his travel plans for the upcoming World Parkinson Congress! I’m Parky! Who are you? Are you –
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The Sun in Poetry
Sounds of the Winter Sounds of the winter too, Sunshine upon the mountains—many a distant strain From cheery railroad train—from nearer field, barn, house The whispering air—even the mute crops,
Holiday Greetings from Parking Suns!
Naturally, it’s a poem about the sun. Best wishes to everyone! Spring will be here soon! I Have News For You (9th Century Irish Poem) I have news for you:
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The Sun and Moon in Poetry
An Old Man’s Winter Night All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
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