The Sun in Poetry
********** I Sought the Wood in Winter I sought the wood in summer When every twig was green; The rudest boughs were tender, And buds were pink between. Light-fingered aspens […]
********** I Sought the Wood in Winter I sought the wood in summer When every twig was green; The rudest boughs were tender, And buds were pink between. Light-fingered aspens […]
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Winter with the Gulf Stream The boughs, the boughs are bare enough, But earth has
I’ve collected many public-domain poems which mention the sun, but this one seems appropriate for Halloween as well as for the post just before this, which mentioned the real life
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From the desk of Eli Pollard, Executive Director, World Parkinson Coalition: Dear friends, I am emailing you today to let you know about a special Poetry and Parkinson’s event that
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Calling Dreams The right to make my dreams come true,I ask, nay, I demand of life,Nor shall fate’s deadly contrabandImpede my steps, nor countermand;Too long my heart against the groundHas
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I wrote this poem years ago to help the students at my school understand the concept of metaphor. The boys at my school all wear plaid neckties. I lost track
I wrote this sonnet during the height of the Covid-19 lockdown last spring. It’s not autobiographical, but I can relate to parts of it, especially bounding out of bed in
Vacation End From the charm of radiant faces,From the days we took to dream,From the joy of open spaces,From the mountain and the stream,Bronzed of sunlight, nerves a-tingle,Keen of limb
Forget Me Not When in the morning’s misty hour,When the sun beams gently o’er each flower;When thou dost cease to smile benign,And think each heart responds with thine,When seeking rest
On the Hill-Side A Memory You lay so still in the sunshine, So still in that hot sweet hour— That the timid things of the forest land Came close; a