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Let not a man guard his dignity, but let his dignity guard him. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Poetry Category
Description: Articles about poetry.
| 5.The Old and DyingWhen my mother died, it was like blowing out a candle, almost as if she was ready for a vacation. When death comes, I hope it is that simple for me; perhaps living was much harder than dying, at that moment (time a... (read entire article)
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The art of beauty I have found
In the hands of Martina—de Peru
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The artist of: skin, flesh and beauty;
She lifts up an alien face—
Whom calls for the ole sun to rise
(a little beauty, lost somewhere—
somewhere—in the... (read entire article)
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| House of the Goblin
[Part Two of Three]Here is where, where the air is stillAnd the mountains shadows disappear!
Here is where, unnumbered spirits dwellWhere harp and memory expire…Where the rainbow—leaps, from its... (read entire article)
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| The poem, "i carry your heart with me," by E. E. Cummings has been a favorite love poem and a favorite selection at weddings for many years. The poem has gained renewed interest since being featured in the film, "In Her Shoes." It is used with d... (read entire article)
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Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in:Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I’m gro... (read entire article)
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| I am a shadow in a window,
looking out—yearning with
the living land. I shed a tear
of sorrow—; pause, wander
on, thinking: I could have
done—should have done,
would have done (but had
unresponsive hands); now
I return to the ghostly... (read entire article)
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| That’s all that matters, getting drunk, that way I don’t need to endure the looks and manners, behavior of the many; the brows, eyebrows the crap. A little with beer, some poetry, and looking at the pictures on the wall: I can jump into those pi... (read entire article)
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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.... (read entire article)
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“Song of the Great Zimbabwe”Across the African, winter’s skyIn the Southern edge of Zimbabwe
Looking down from the Hill ComplexFrom on top, of an Ancient Rock
O’er the mountains steep—:A, vista I’ve longed to se... (read entire article)
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| "Suspenders! Yup…"When I see suspenders rolled overa mans chest—,from shoulders to waist, somewhere
attached, I like to think he picked thatup from some old timer long ago(most people do; most people
don’t use... (read entire article)
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