Read these poems today:
“Sonnet XXV” by William Shakespeare
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlook’d for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes’ favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun’s eye,
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil’d
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil’d:
Then happy I, that love and am beloved
Where I may not remove nor be removed.
[Don't know why but for some reason Shakespearean sonnets always give me a headache. Weird I know for a former English Lit Major.]
This is Just to Say” by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox
and which you were probably saving for breakfast
Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold.
This is Just to Say”by Erica-Lynn Gambino (for William Carlos Williams”
I have just asked you to get out of my apartment
even though you never thought I would
Forgive me you were driving me insane
“The Peace of Wild Things” by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake rest in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
The last one comforted me and almost made me cry for some reason.
“Sonnet XXV” by William Shakespeare
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlook’d for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes’ favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun’s eye,
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil’d
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil’d:
Then happy I, that love and am beloved
Where I may not remove nor be removed.
[Don't know why but for some reason Shakespearean sonnets always give me a headache. Weird I know for a former English Lit Major.]
This is Just to Say” by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox
and which you were probably saving for breakfast
Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold.
This is Just to Say”by Erica-Lynn Gambino (for William Carlos Williams”
I have just asked you to get out of my apartment
even though you never thought I would
Forgive me you were driving me insane
“The Peace of Wild Things” by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake rest in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
The last one comforted me and almost made me cry for some reason.