OF my city the worst that men will ever say is this:You took little children away from the sun and the dew,And the glimmers that played in the grass under the great sky,And the reckless rain; you put them between wallsTo work, broken and smothered, for bread and wages,To eat dust in their throats and [...]

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in [...]

Franklin fathered bastards fourteen, (So I read in the New Yorker);If it’s true, in terms of courtin’ Benny must have been a corker.To be prudent I’ve aspired, And my passions I have mastered;So that I have never sired A single bastard. One of course can never know; But I think that if I hadIt would [...]

THE difference between despairAnd fear, is like the oneBetween the instant of a wreck,And when the wreck has been. The mind is smooth,–no motion–Contented as the eyeUpon the forehead of a Bust,That knows it cannot see. – THE difference between despair by Emily Dickinson

ON thrones from China to PeruAll sorts of kings have satThat men and women of all sortsproclaimed both good and great;And what’s the odds if such as theseFor reason of the StateShould keep their lovers waiting,Keep their lovers waiting?Some boast of beggar-kings and kingsOf rascals black and whiteThat rule because a strong right armPuts all [...]

Sound of the Trees, The by Robert Lee Frost I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We suffer them by the day Till we lose all measure of pace, And fixity in our joys, And acquire [...]

The gentian weaves her fringes,The maple’s loom is red.My departing blossomsObviate parade. A brief, but patient illness,An hour to prepare;And one, below this morning,Is where the angels are. It was a short procession, –The bobolink was there,An aged bee addressed us,And then we knelt in prayer. We trust that she was willing, –We ask that [...]

T was just this time last year I died. by Emily Dickinson ‘T was just this time last year I died. I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,– It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look When Richard went to mill; And then I wanted [...]

Garden of Love, The by William Blake I laid me down upon a bank, Where Love lay sleeping; I heard among the rushes dank Weeping, weeping. Then I went to the heath and the wild, To the thistles and thorns of the waste; And they told me how they were beguiled, Driven out, and compelled [...]

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And [...]