Tag Archives: SATURDAY VERSES
Emily Dickinson: My Life Closed Twice
Part One: LifeXCVI My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell.Parting is all we know … Continue reading
Ebb Tide
EBB TIDE First the tide rushes in Plants a kiss on the shore Then rolls out to sea And the sea is very still once more So I rush to your side Like the oncoming tide With one … Continue reading
Alfred, Lord Tennyson-yone?
…Come, my friends,‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.Push off, and sitting well in order smiteThe sounding furrows; for my purpose holdsTo sail beyond the sunset, and the bathsOf all the western stars, until I … Continue reading
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
Part One: LifeXCVI My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell.Parting is all we know … Continue reading
Ebb Tide
EBB TIDE First the tide rushes in Plants a kiss on the shore Then rolls out to sea And the sea is very still once more So I rush to your side Like the oncoming tide With one … Continue reading
Alfred, Lord Tennyson-yone?
…Come, my friends,‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.Push off, and sitting well in order smiteThe sounding furrows; for my purpose holdsTo sail beyond the sunset, and the bathsOf all the western stars, until I … Continue reading
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
EBB TIDE First the tide rushes in Plants a kiss on the shore Then rolls out to sea And the sea is very still once more So I rush to your side Like the oncoming tide With one … Continue reading
Alfred, Lord Tennyson-yone?
…Come, my friends,‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.Push off, and sitting well in order smiteThe sounding furrows; for my purpose holdsTo sail beyond the sunset, and the bathsOf all the western stars, until I … Continue reading
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
…Come, my friends,‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.Push off, and sitting well in order smiteThe sounding furrows; for my purpose holdsTo sail beyond the sunset, and the bathsOf all the western stars, until I … Continue reading
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
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 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
