February 25, 2015 by .

Poetry – The Great Hunger

He stands in the doorway of his house

A ragged sculpture of the wind,

October creaks the the rotted mattress,

The bedposts fall. No hope. No lust.

The hungry fiend

Screams the apocalypse of clay

In every corner of this land.

–Patrick Kavanagh

February 21, 2015 by .

Poetry – Work Without Hope

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair –

The bees are stirring – birds on the wing –

And Winter slumbering in the open air

Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!

–Samuel Taylor Coleridge

February 19, 2015 by .

Poetry – Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,

and one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

when I put out to sea…

–Alfred, Lord Tennyson

February 18, 2015 by .

Poetry: New England

Here where the wind is always north-north-east

And children learn to walk on frozen toes,

Wonder begets an envy of all those

Who boil elsewhere with such a lyric yeast

–Edwin Arlington Robinson

February 17, 2015 by .

Poetry – Sea Fever

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; 
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
                                                   --John Masefield

February 16, 2015 by .

Poem – Writer’s Block

What are the names of the angels

and the birds? My memories swarm

round like confused flies. Among

the dead, I cherish most myself.

–Keith Flynn

Poetry: The River-Merchant’s Wife

You dragged your feet when you went out.
By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses,
Too deep to clear them away!
The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.
The paired butterflies are already yellow with August
Over the grass in the West garden;
They hurt me.  I grow older.
If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang,
Please let me know beforehand,
And I will come out to meet you
   As far as Cho-fu-Sa.
                          --Ezra Pound

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Valentine’s Day Poem

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?

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