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Well Hast Thou Spoken
by Emily Bront
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Have I Not Seen
by Don Marquis (1878-1937)
Have I not seen the sky and sea
Put on a look as hushed and stilled
As if some ancient prophecy
Grew close upon to be fulfilled?
Like mist the houses shrink and swell
Like blood the highways pulse and beat.
The sapless stones beneath my feat
Grow foliate with miracle.
And life and death but one [...]
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That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection
by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-
built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng; they glitter in marches.
Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, | wherever an elm arches,
Shivelights and shadowtackle in long | lashes [...]
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The Microbe
by Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953)
The Microbe is so very small
You cannot make him out at all,
But many sanguine people hope
To see him through a microscope.
His jointed tongue that lies beneath
A hundred curious rows of teeth;
His seven tufted tails with lots
Of lovely pink and purple spots,
On each of which a pattern stands,
Composed of forty separate bands;
His [...]
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Summer Stillness
by Aldous Huxley (1894-1963)
The stars are golden instants in the deep
Flawless expanse of night: the moon is set:
The river sleeps, entranced, a smooth cool sleep
Seeming so motionless that I forget
The hollow booming bridges, where it slides,
Dark with the sad looks that it bears along,
Towards a sea whose unreturning tides
Ravish the sighted ships and the [...]
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A Pinch of Salt
by Robert Graves (1895-1985)
When a dream is born in you
With a sudden clamorous pain,
When you know the dream is true
And lovely, with no flaw nor stain,
O then, be careful, or with sudden clutch
You
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The Married Lover
by Coventry Patmore (1823-1896)
Why, having won her, do I woo?
Because her spirit
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Fog
by Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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