Sunday, November 11, 2007
The Souls of the Slain
by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)
This strikes me as a more appropriate poem of remembrance on Veterans Day than all of the martial and patriotic poems out there.
Filed in Uncategorized
|
|
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Die Freundschaft
by Friedrich von Schiller (1759-1805)
Freund! gen
Filed in Uncategorized
|
|
The Isles of Greece
by George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
Apparently, our great leader designated today “World Freedom Day” to celebrate the fall of the Berlin Wall. Whatever, I’m just using it as an excuse to present one of my favorites on the subject by a poet whose commitment to freedom was more than rhetorical.
Filed in Uncategorized
|
|
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Filed in Uncategorized
|
|
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Lyman King
by Edgar Lee Masters (1868-1950)
You may think, passer-by, that Fate
Is a pit-fall outside of yourself,
Around which you may walk by the use of foresight
And wisdom.
Thus you believe, viewing the lives of other men,
As one who in God-like fashion bends over an anthill,
Seeing how their difficulties could be avoided.
But pass on into life:
In time you [...]
Filed in Uncategorized
|
|
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Lui et Elle
by David Herbert Lawrence (1885-1930)
She is large and matronly
And rather dirty,
A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it.
Though what she does, except lay four eggs at random in the garden once a year
And put up with her husband,
I don
Filed in Uncategorized
|
|
Sonnet de Job
by Isaac de Benserade (1612-1691)
Job de mille tourments atteint
Vous pendra sa douleur connue,
Et raisonnablement il craint
Que vous n
Filed in Uncategorized
|
|
Strange Meeting
by Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands [...]
Filed in Uncategorized
|
|
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Thanatopsis
by William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)
To him who in the love of nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty; and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy that steals away
Their sharpness ere he is aware. [...]
Filed in Uncategorized
|
|
Song of the Stygian Naiades
by Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1803-1849)
Proserpine may pull her flowers,
Wet with dew or wet with tears,
Red with anger, pale with fears;
Is it any fault of ours,
If Pluto be an amorous king
And come home nightly, laden
Under his broad [...]
Filed in Uncategorized
|
|