I carry your heart with me (by E. E. Cummings)
E. E. Cummings (1894 - 1962) i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no...
View ArticleA Love By The Sea (by William Ernest Henley)
William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1902) Out of the starless night that covers me, (O tribulation of the wind that rolls!) Black as the cloud of some tremendous spell, The susurration of the sighing sea...
View ArticleOde To Wine (by Pablo Neruda)
Pablo Neruda(1904 - 1973) Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth as a golden sword, soft as lascivious velvet,...
View ArticlePoets’ Contest! :-)
Hello dear readers, poets! Maybe this could be a bit unusual, but I know there are so many talents on this planet, i thought we could have here a kind of contest, showing today’s best works of the...
View ArticleLucy’s Song (by Charles Dickens)
Charles Dickens (1812 – 1870) Lucy’s Song How beautiful at eventide To see the twilight shadows pale, Steal o’er the landscape, far and wide, O’er stream and meadow, mound and dale! How soft is...
View ArticleA Draught Of Sunshine (by John Keats)
(1795-1821) A Draught Of Sunshine Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port, Away with old Hock and madeira, Too earthly ye are for my sport; There’s a beverage brighter and clearer. Instead of a piriful...
View ArticleFeathers fall (by Rene Bywaters)
Rene Bywaters(present poet) How can I claim what is not mine I cannot hold you nor can I hold you back I am the rain that falls in the morning The clouds that roll by I am merely a whisper in the wind...
View ArticleFairy Land III. – V. (by William Shakespeare)
William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616) Fairy Land III. COME unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Court’sied when you have, and kiss’d,– The wild waves whist,– Foot it featly here and there; And,...
View ArticleBeowulf (by Charles Baudalaire) – continue with III.
Charles Baudelaire (1821 – 1867) III. THUS seethed unceasing the son of Healfdene with the woe of these days; not wisest men assuaged his sorrow; too sore the anguish, loathly and long, that lay on his...
View ArticleAnterotics (by William Ernest Henley)
William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1902 ) Anterotics Laughs the happy April morn Thro’ my grimy, little window, And a shaft of sunshine pushes Thro’ the shadows in the square. Dogs are tracing thro’ the...
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