Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 September 2009

Emily Dickinson

Good Morning -- Midnight --
I'm coming Home --
Day -- got tired of Me --
How could I -- of Him?

Sunshine was a sweet place --
I liked to stay --
But Morn -- didn't want me -- now --
So -- Goodnight -- Day!

I can look -- can't I --
When the East is Red?
The Hills -- have a way -- then --
That puts the Heart -- abroad --

You -- are not so fair -- Midnight --
I chose -- Day --
But -- please take a little Girl --
He turned away!
Poem 425 
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Edward Thomas

I have come to the borders of sleep, 
The unfathomable deep
Forest where all must lose
Their way, however straight, 
Or winding, soon or late;
They cannot choose. 

Many a road and track
That, since the dawn's first crack,
Up to the forest brink, 
Deceived the travellers,
Suddenly now blurs,
And in they sink. 

Here love ends,
Despair, ambition ends;
All pleasure and all trouble,
Although most sweet or bitter, 
Here ends in sleep that is sweeter 
Than tasks most noble. 

There is not any book 
Or face of dearest look
That I would not turn from now 
To go into the unknown
I must enter, and leave, alone, 
I know not how. 

The tall forest towers; 
Its cloudy foliage lowers 
Ahead, shelf above shelf; 
Its silence I hear and obey 
That I may lose my way 
And myself.
Lights Out, 1916 

Tuesday, 9 June 2009

This is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold


William Carlos Williams, 1934

Friday, 13 February 2009

Ode to Beard Hair

It feels funny when I put my contact lenses
in
and there is something in my eye but
I can't work out what it is
so
I take out my contact lens and realise that it is
beard hair.
And not my own.

ICF

Tuesday, 13 May 2008

Ode Part Two

But

I get angry at John because

He has a shower and then

Folds up the towel and leaves it where it doesn't get dry but stays

Soggy

Also he makes the step

Wet.

Monday, 10 March 2008

Ode to Toilet Paper

John is angry
because
when I use up the toilet paper I unwrap
a new
Roll.
But I do not change the old cardboard tube and instead
I leave it on the holder.

ICF