Poem of The Day

Through These Pale Cold Days by Isaac Rosenberg "Through these pale cold days What dark faces burn Out of three thousand years, And their wild eyes yearn"...

'Fall, leaves, fall' by Emily Bronte "Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree"...

The Falling Of The Leaves by William Butler Yeats "Autumn is over the long leaves that love us, And over the mice in the barley sheaves; Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us, And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves"...

The World is With Me by Thomas Hood "The world is with me, and its many cares, Its woes--its wants--the anxious hopes and fears That wait on all terrestrial affairs"...

Her breast is fit for pearls by Emily Dickinson "Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver" -- Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest. Her heart is fit for home -- I -- a Sparrow -- build there Sweet of twigs and twine My ...

Her breast is fit for pearls by Emily Dickinson "Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver" -- Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest. Her heart is fit for home -- I -- a Sparrow -- build there Sweet of twigs and twine My ...

The Castle by Edwin Muir "All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the hay And the enemy half a mile away They seemed no threat to us at all"...

The Castle by Edwin Muir "All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the hay And the enemy half a mile away They seemed no threat to us at all"...

The Castle by Edwin Muir "All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the hay And the enemy half a mile away They seemed no threat to us at all"...

The Crescent Moon by Amy Lowell "Slipping softly through the sky Little horned, happy moon, Can you hear me up so high? Will you come down soon"...

The Crescent Moon by Amy Lowell "Slipping softly through the sky Little horned, happy moon, Can you hear me up so high? Will you come down soon"...

Laughing Rose by William Henry Davies "If I were gusty April now, How I would blow at laughing Rose; I'd make her ribbons slip their knots, And all her hair come loose"...

Laughing Rose by William Henry Davies "If I were gusty April now, How I would blow at laughing Rose; I'd make her ribbons slip their knots, And all her hair come loose"...

The Twilight Turns by James Joyce "The twilight turns from amethyst To deep and deeper blue, The lamp fills with a pale green glow The trees of the avenue"...

The Twilight Turns by James Joyce "The twilight turns from amethyst To deep and deeper blue, The lamp fills with a pale green glow The trees of the avenue"...

Canal Bank Walk by Patrick Kavanagh "Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal Pouring redemption for me, that I do The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal, Grow with nature again as before I grew"...

Canal Bank Walk by Patrick Kavanagh "Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal Pouring redemption for me, that I do The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal, Grow with nature again as before I grew"...

My November Guest by Robert Frost "My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree"...

My November Guest by Robert Frost "My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree"...