Category Archives: Famous Poets


Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice
From what I’ve tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.



The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,
As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,
Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam
In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home
The heart of a woman falls back with the night,
And enters some alien cage in its plight,
And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars
While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars

Here’s a poem by Mark Twain

It flares up at sunrise, a blush in a bramble Tumbling out of its bed by the city pavement—a single Rose, coral heat, at the end of the season. And you are drawn to it, to its scent, its silky Layers, to its core. It gathers you into its Body until you lose your balance, all you can see Is a petaled grid, an endless repetition Of roses. You sink swirling into the rose, Deep into the rose, into the rose. I hold you to me. Love, I am forty-four, And you, love, you, my love, You have planted me.