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 … Continue reading “The Heart of a Woman” Georgia Douglas Johnson💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥
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.
SWEET DARKNESS When your eyes are tired the world is tired also. When your vision has gone, no part of the world can find you. Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. There you can be sure you are not beyond love. The dark will be your … Continue reading There you can be sure you are not beyond love.💥💥💥💥
Below the thunders of the upper deep, Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea, His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee About his shadowy sides; above him swell Huge sponges of millennial growth and height; And far away into the sickly light, From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumber'd … Continue reading “The Kraken” Alfred Lord Tennyson💥💥💥💥💥
I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds With quiet eyes, Watch the wind bow down the grass, And the grass rise. And when lights begin to show Up from the town, I will mark which must … Continue reading “Afternoon on a Hill” Edna St. Vincent Millay💥💥💥
"Hope" is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all And sweetest in the Gale is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm I've heard it in the chillest land And … Continue reading Here’s a poem by Emily Dickinson:💥💥💥💥💥💥
I’m a big fan of Mary Shelley and her husband Percy Shelley, and they were good friends with Lord Byron, so I felt like reading up on him.
This is a spray the Bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprung to, Fit for her nest and her treasure O, what a hope beyond measure Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to,— So to be singled out, built in, and sung to! This is … Continue reading “Misconceptions” Robert Browning
“TAPESTRY!’ a poem. Written in Odessa, Texas, on the day after Sam’s gall bladder surgery. May 29, 2018. The enfoldment of each day (pause) Can-be-challenging, I say! It-might glorify this life, But can fill you with such strife, And what more can you do? But try to see it through? And hope the days we … Continue reading “TAPESTRY!’ ❤❤
I wish I could remember that first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me, If bright or dim the season, it might be Summer or Winter for aught I can say; So unrecorded did it slip away, So blind was I to see and to foresee, So dull to mark the budding of … Continue reading “Monna Innominata” Christina Rossetti💜