Elizabeth Bishop : : The Bright : : At low tide like this how sheer the water is. 1White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare 2and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches. 3Absorbing, rather than being absorbed, 4 the water in the bight doesn’t wet anything,5the color of the gas flameContinue reading “The Bight: Elizabeth Bishop : March Poems : : Month Poems : :”
Category Archives: Months Poems
The End Of March : Elizabeth Bishop : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :
The End Of March by Elizabeth Bishop It was cold and windy, scarcely the dayto take a walk on that long beachEverything was withdrawn as far as possible,indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken,seabirds in ones or twos.The rackety, icy, offshore windnumbed our faces on one side;disrupted the formationof a lone flight of CanadaContinue reading “The End Of March : Elizabeth Bishop : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :”
March : A E Housman : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :
A Shropshire Lad, XA. E. Housman – 1859-1936 MARCH The Sun at noon to higher air,Unharnessing the silver PairThat late before his chariot swam,Rides on the gold wool of the Ram. So braver notes the storm-cock singsTo start the rusted wheel of things,And brutes in field and brutes in penLeap that the world goes roundContinue reading “March : A E Housman : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :”
Beeny Cliff : Thomas Hardy : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :
Beeny Cliff by Thomas HardyO the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, 1And the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free – 2The woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me. 3 The pale mews plained below us, and the waves seemed far away 4In a nether sky,Continue reading “Beeny Cliff : Thomas Hardy : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :”
March: An Ode : Algernon Charles Swinburne : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :
March: An OdeBY ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNEIEre frost-flower and snow-blossom faded and fell, and the splendour of winter had passed out of sight,The ways of the woodlands were fairer and stranger than dreams that fulfil us in sleep with delight;The breath of the mouths of the winds had hardened on tree-tops and branches that glittered andContinue reading “March: An Ode : Algernon Charles Swinburne : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :”
Dear March – Come In : Emily Dickinson : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :
Dear March—Come in—(1320)Emily Dickinson – 1830-1886 Dear March—Come in—How glad I am—I hoped for you before—Put down your Hat—You must have walked—How out of Breath you are—Dear March, how are you, and the Rest—Did you leave Nature well—Oh March, Come right upstairs with me—I have so much to tell— I got your Letter, and theContinue reading “Dear March – Come In : Emily Dickinson : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :”
The Shepherd’s Calendar: March : : John Clare : : March Poems : : Months Poems : :
The Shepheardes CalenderMarch ÆGLOGA TERTIA ARGUMENT IN this Æglogue two shepheards boyes, taking occasion of the season, beginne to make purpose of love, and other pleasaunce which to springtime is most agreeable. The speciall meaning hereof is to give certaine markes and tokens to know Cupide, the poets god of love. But more particularlye. IContinue reading “The Shepherd’s Calendar: March : : John Clare : : March Poems : : Months Poems : :”
February 17th : Ted Hughes : : February Poems : : Months Poems : :
February 17 th : : : : By Ted Hughes : : : : ……… February 17thA lamb could not get born. Ice windOut of a downpour dishclout sunrise. The motherLay on the mudded slope. Harried, she got upAnd the blackish lump bobbed at her back-endUnder her tail. After some hard galloping,Some manoeuvring, much flappingContinue reading “February 17th : Ted Hughes : : February Poems : : Months Poems : :”
1915 February : Ezra Pound :
The smeared, leather-coated, leather-greaved engineerWalks in front of his traction-engineLike some figure out of the sagas,Like Grettir or like Skarpheddin,With a sort of majestical swagger.And his machine lumbers after himLike some mythological beast,Like Grendel bewitched and in chains,But his ill luck will make me no sagas,Nor will you crack the riddle of his skull,O youContinue reading “1915 February : Ezra Pound :”
February : Michael Field ( Katharine Harris Bradley & Edith Emma Cooper ) : : February Poems : : Months Poems : :
Gay lucidity,Not yet sunshine, in the air;Tingling secrets hidden everywhere,Each at watch for each;Sap within the hillside beech,Not a leaf to see. — Michael Field ( Katharine Harris Bradley : 1846–1914 & Edith Emma Cooper : 1862–1913 ) : Aunt and her Niece wanted to keep their identities , a Secret but it came outContinue reading “February : Michael Field ( Katharine Harris Bradley & Edith Emma Cooper ) : : February Poems : : Months Poems : :”
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