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Poem of The Day
By Carole Boston Weatherford
It was written in the stars:
A child is born.
From that moment on,
I only had eyes for you.
What a diff’rence a day made.
Since I fell for you,
Zing! went the strings of my heart.
You’re so nice to come home to:
Make believe. Tea for two.
Magic moments.
I’m glad there is you.
Just a-sittin’ and a-rockin,
Swinging on a star,
I…
A child is born.
From that moment on,
I only had eyes for you.
What a diff’rence a day made.
Since I fell for you,
Zing! went the strings of my heart.
You’re so nice to come home to:
Make believe. Tea for two.
Magic moments.
I’m glad there is you.
Just a-sittin’ and a-rockin,
Swinging on a star,
I…
Poem of The Day
By Amy Lowell
A black cat among roses,
Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon,
The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock.
The garden is very still,
It is dazed with moonlight,
Contented with perfume,
Dreaming the opium dreams of its folded poppies.
Firefly...
Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon,
The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock.
The garden is very still,
It is dazed with moonlight,
Contented with perfume,
Dreaming the opium dreams of its folded poppies.
Firefly...
Poem of The Day
By Lisel Mueller
It lies in our hands in crystals
too intricate to decipher
It goes into the skillet
without being given a second thought
It spills on the floor so fine
we step all over it
We carry a...
too intricate to decipher
It goes into the skillet
without being given a second thought
It spills on the floor so fine
we step all over it
We carry a...
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French in origin, a genre of long narrative poetry about medieval courtly culture and secret love. It triumphed in English with tales of chivalry such as Sir Gawain and the Green Knight and Geoffrey Chaucer’s “The Knight’s Tale” and Troilus and Criseyde.
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