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Fourth Sunday After Easter
© John Keble
My Saviour, can it ever be
That I should gain by losing Thee?
If
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
If he would come to-day, to-day, to-day,
O, what a day to-day would be!
But now he's away, miles and miles away
From me across the sea.
The Mayfair Love-Song
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Winter and summer, night and morn,
I languish at this table dark;
A Baby's Cradle With No Baby In It
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
A baby's cradle with no baby in it,
A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere;
The sweet soul gathered home to Paradise,
The body waiting here.
A Dialogue At Fiesole
© Alfred Austin
HE.
Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seat
Is for your queenliness a natural throne;
As I am fitly couched on this low sward,
Here at your feet.
Today's News by David Tucker: American Life in Poetry #156 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
We greatly appreciate your newspaper's use of this column, and today we want to recognize newspaper employees by including a poem from the inside of a newsroom. David Tucker is deputy managing editor of the New Jersey âStar-Ledgerâ? and has been a reporter and editor at the âToronto Starâ? and the âPhiladelphia Inquirer.â? He was on the âStar-Ledgerâ? team that won the 2005 Pulitzer Prize for breaking news. Mr. Tucker was awarded a Witter-Bynner fellowship for poetry in 2007 by former U. S. Poet Laureate, Donald Hall.
Today's News
The Shepheardes Calender: May
© Edmund Spenser
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers.
Palinode.
IS not thilke the mery moneth of May,
When loue lads masken in fresh aray?
First Sunday In Lent
© John Keble
"Angel of wrath! why linger in mid-air,
While the devoted city's cry
He Mourned His Master
© Henry Lawson
But soon their forms had vanished all,
And night came down the ranges faster,
And no one saw the shadows fall
Upon the dog that mourned his master.
The Unusual Goose And The Imbecilic Woodcutter
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
And THE MORAL: It isn't much use,
As the woodcutter found to be true,
To lay for an innocent goose
Just because she is laying for you.
So they begin. With two years gone...
© Boris Pasternak
So they begin. With two years gone
From nurse to countless tunes they scuttle.
They chirp and whistle. Then comes on
The third year, and they start to prattle.
After A Proposal
© Edgar Albert Guest
IS IT so sudden? Then did you believe, dear,
Those evenings I called at your flat
Vignettes Overseas
© Sara Teasdale
I. Off Gilbatrar
BEYOND the sleepy hills of Spain,
The sun goes down in yellow mist,
The sky is fresh with dewy stars
Home
© Johannes Carsten Hauch
I remember a far place, where I would gladly be;
There, hours glided slowly, silently,
As clear as silver pearls, strung on a golden wire,
And gentle as the words of first desire.
Grace
© John Crowe Ransom
WHO is it beams the merriest
At killing a man, the laughing one?
You are the one I nominate,
God of the rivers of Babylon.
Arachne
© Rose Terry Cooke
I watch her in the corner there,
As, restless, bold, and unafraid,
She slips and floats along the air
Till all her subtile house is made.
On The 100th Anniversary Of Anna Akhmatova
© Joseph Brodsky
The fire and the page, the hewed hairs and the swords,
The grains and the millstone, the whispers and the clatter --
God saves all that -- especially the words
Of love and pity, as His only way to utter.
