Tag Archives: POETRY
Longing Through The Eyes of Pablo Neruda
Don’t Go Far Off Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because — because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty … Continue reading
Emily Dickinson’s Poor Torn Heart
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart, That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west, Nor noticed night did soft descend Nor constellation burn, Intent upon the vision Of … Continue reading
A Note To You About Love & Hope
Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that … Continue reading
At The Risk Of Being Morbid
At the risk of being morbid, I do believe I have found what I want read at my funeral. This is, quite possibly the most beautiful poem I have ever read in my life. Heartbreakingly beautiful. Inscription for … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Robert Frost
Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf,So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to dayNothing gold can stay. -Robert … Continue reading
Don’t Go Far Off Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because — because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty … Continue reading
Emily Dickinson’s Poor Torn Heart
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart, That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west, Nor noticed night did soft descend Nor constellation burn, Intent upon the vision Of … Continue reading
A Note To You About Love & Hope
Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that … Continue reading
At The Risk Of Being Morbid
At the risk of being morbid, I do believe I have found what I want read at my funeral. This is, quite possibly the most beautiful poem I have ever read in my life. Heartbreakingly beautiful. Inscription for … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Robert Frost
Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf,So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to dayNothing gold can stay. -Robert … Continue reading
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart, That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west, Nor noticed night did soft descend Nor constellation burn, Intent upon the vision Of … Continue reading
A Note To You About Love & Hope
Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that … Continue reading
At The Risk Of Being Morbid
At the risk of being morbid, I do believe I have found what I want read at my funeral. This is, quite possibly the most beautiful poem I have ever read in my life. Heartbreakingly beautiful. Inscription for … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Robert Frost
Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf,So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to dayNothing gold can stay. -Robert … Continue reading
Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that … Continue reading
At The Risk Of Being Morbid
At the risk of being morbid, I do believe I have found what I want read at my funeral. This is, quite possibly the most beautiful poem I have ever read in my life. Heartbreakingly beautiful. Inscription for … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Robert Frost
Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf,So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to dayNothing gold can stay. -Robert … Continue reading
At the risk of being morbid, I do believe I have found what I want read at my funeral. This is, quite possibly the most beautiful poem I have ever read in my life. Heartbreakingly beautiful. Inscription for … Continue reading
Saturday Verses: Robert Frost
Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf,So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to dayNothing gold can stay. -Robert … Continue reading
Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf,So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to dayNothing gold can stay. -Robert … Continue reading
