Poem a Day

God guard me from those thoughts men think
In the mind alone;
He that sings a lasting song
Thinks in a marrow-bone;

-William Butler Yeats

My heart is warm with
The friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not
Be knowing;
Yet there isn’t a train
I wouldn’t take
No matter where it’s going.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

All theory, dear friend is gray; but the precious Tree of Life is green.

-Goethe

We can make a little order where we are, and then the big sweep of history on which we can have no effect doesn’t overwhelm us. We do it with colors, with a garden, with the furnishings of a room, or with sounds and words. We make a little form, and we gain composure.

-Robert Frost

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Sorry for not updating for the past two days. I was away.. out of my city for the weekend without internet or computer access. Enjoy the three poems I posted for today, yesterday and the day before. :]

I cry. Evil dissolves, and love, like foam;
that love. Prattle of children powers me home,
my heart claps like the swan’s
under a frenzy of who love me and who shine.

-John Berryman

Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.

-John Keats

We are constantly invited to be who we are.

-Henry David Thoreau

There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.

-Adrienne Rich

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This is one of my all time favourite poems. <3

Great things are done when men and mountains meet; this is not done by jostling in the street.

-William Blake

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…And we pray, not for new
earth or heaven, but to be quiet
in heart, and in eye clear.
What we need is here.

-Wendell Berry

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Sorry for not posting yesterday. I was in bed almost all day, and I also had a ton of homework I needed to catch up on. I got to the site, but first there was some error, and then .. well at least I thought I clicked the publish button. So here’s two for today. :] Enjoy.

What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?

-Alfred, Lord Tennyson