Category Archives: Poem if the Day
The Author to Her Book by Anne Bradstreet
Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth didst by my side remain, Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad, expos’d to publick view, Made thee in raggs, halting to th’ press … Continue reading
Snow-flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly … Continue reading
The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens
One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant … Continue reading
(“Sing the song of the moment…”) by Rabindranath Tagore
VII Sing the song of the moment in careless carols, in the transient light of the day; Sing of the fleeting smiles that vanish and never look back; Sing of the flowers that bloom and fade without regret. Weave not … Continue reading
“Go, lovely Rose” by Edmund Waller
Go, lovely Rose— Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that’s young, And shuns to have her graces spied, … Continue reading
Buddhist New Year Song by Diane di Prima
I saw you in green velvet, wide full sleeves seated in front of a fireplace, our house made somehow more gracious, and you said “There are stars in your hair”— it was truth I brought down with me to this … Continue reading
New Year’s Poem by Margaret Avison
The Christmas twigs crispen and needles rattle Along the window-ledge. A solitary pearl Shed from the necklace spilled at last week’s party Lies in the suety, snow-luminous plainness Of morning, on the window-ledge beside them. And all the furniture … Continue reading
New Year’s Poem by Margaret Avison
The Christmas twigs crispen and needles rattle Along the window-ledge. A solitary pearl Shed from the necklace spilled at last week’s party Lies in the suety, snow-luminous plainness Of morning, on the window-ledge beside them. And all the furniture … Continue reading
Burning the Old Year by Naomi Shihab Nye
Letters swallow themselves in seconds. Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like moth wings, marry the air. So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame of days, so little … Continue reading