The Pulley by George Herbert |
When God at first made man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by,
"Let us," said he, "pour on him all we can.
Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie,
Contract into a span."
So st...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 07:00:00 GMT |
What it's all about |
In case anyone is wondering "Why the poetry?" These are just a few of my favorite poems and I just thought that some of you who are actually reading them might like them. If not, I still do!&nbs...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 09:45:00 GMT |
My Papa's Waltz by Theodore Roethke |
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Cou...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 09:34:00 GMT |
Not Waving But Drowning by Stevie Smith |
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay maoning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have ...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 09:21:00 GMT |
Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson |
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 09:09:00 GMT |
