Dover Beach The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast …
The Dead The dead are always looking down on us, they say. while we are putting on our shoes or making a …
One Art The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that …
Hélas To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play, Is it for …
Ashes and Blossoms Today, again, On the string spun from grief and pain, I threaded blossoms; drawn from your memory. And I …
If We Must Die If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While …
As a little girl, the first poems I heard were from the fresh pages of the Shel Silverstein book Every Thing on …
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail …
The Fish I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in …