June 22, 2018

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart).

—Robert Frost


June 15, 2018

Only a dad, neither rich nor proud, Merely one of the surging crowd Toiling, striving from day to day, Facing whatever may come his way.

—Edgar Albert Guest


June 8, 2018

If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!

—Rudyard Kipling


June 1, 2018

Wisteria woke me this morning, And there was all June in the garden; I felt them, early, warning Lest I miss any part of the day.

—Ann McGough


May 25, 2018

Though faith and trust are stronger than our fears, And the signs promise peace with liberty, Not thus we trifle with our country’s tears And sweat of agony.

—John Greenleaf Whittier


May 18, 2018

Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves; And mid-May’s eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

—John Keats


May 11, 2018

Once more I summon you Out of the past With poignant love, You who nourished the poet And the lover. I see your gray eyes Looking out to sea.

—May Sarton


May 4, 2018

O swallows, swallows, poems are not The point. Finding again the world, That is the point, where loveliness Adorns intelligible things Because the mind’s eye lit the sun.

—Howard Nemerov


April 27, 2018

it’s spring(all our night becomes day)o,it’s spring! all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea
 

—e.e. cummings


April 20, 2018

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.

—William Wordsworth


April 13, 2018

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You’re one month on in the middle of May.

—Robert Frost


April 6, 2018

O how I long to see her with me alive and well, Her heart and mine was united, Love and feelings deeply rooted for each other, She and I could never part.

—Nancy Luce


March 30, 2018

Nathless the sacred shrine is holy yet, With its lone floors where reverent feet once trod. Take off your shoes as by the burning bush, Before the mystery of death and God.

—Emma Lazarus


March 23, 2018

A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period.When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad On solitary hills That science cannot overtake, But human nature feels.

—Emily Dickinson


March 16, 2018

The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing Where I go. I hear the noise of many waters Far below. All day, all night, I hear them flowing To and fro.

—James Joyce


March 9, 2018

Blue numbers on my bedside clock Tell I forgot to change the hour.This sets routines on haywire. Like a domestic goat staked To its circle of earth. I don’t do well untethered.

—Margaret Hasse


March 2, 2018

It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk on that long beach Everything was withdrawn as far as possible, indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken.

—Elizabeth Bishop


February 23, 2018

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come Again in this identical disguise.

—Gwendolyn Brooks


February 16, 2018

You’re the life principle, more or less, so get going on a little optimism around here. Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.

—Margaret Atwood


February 9, 2018

 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.

—Lord Byron


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