TODAY I WILL ONLY ATTEND TO THE SMALL THINGSby Viola Weinberg The tiny basil flowers, for instancethat I will pinch back for the sake of the plantThe little carrots deliciously ready, but very shortThe one beet that stands alone in its bedbursting from the soil, red and bleedingThe last French radish, which has gottenrather large, […]
My Mother and I had a Discussion One Day by Denise Sweet My mother and I had a discussion one dayand she said I was quite fortunateto have two sonsand I said how is that? and she saidwith daughters you worry for thembirth control, childrearing,you worry for them, the threat of rape,and then there is […]
Fire and Ice by Robert FrostSome say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I’ve tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo know that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.
The Wood-pile by Robert Frost Out walking in the frozen swamp one grey dayI paused and said, “I will turn back from here.No, I will go on farther—and we shall see.”The hard snow held me, save where now and thenOne foot went down. The view was all in linesStraight up and down of tall slim treesToo […]
What Do You Think By Edward Hirsch May What do you think it will takeFor people to see eye to eyeFunny how we all seek the same thingYet somehow never agreeFunny how we never hearBut expect to be understoodSad how we react to words .Without ever knowing their why –How we choose to ignoreThe hurt […]
The Listeners by Walter de la Mare ‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door;And his horse in the silence champed the grasses Of the forest’s ferny floor:And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveler’s head:And he smote upon the door again a second time; ‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.But […]
Like the Moon By Sabina Laura I will belike the moonand learn to shineeven whenI am not whole.
A Lesson By Gerhard E. Frost Today I learned a lesson,The simplest kind of lesson…From a fruit jar cover.MY first turn was wrong; But I was stubborn,And I was strong.And now it sticks.How sad to be strong(and stubborn)When you’re wrong!
Theft by Esther Popel The moonWas an old, old woman, tonight, Hurrying home;Calling pitifully to her children,The stars,Begging them to go home with herFor she was afraid,But they would not. They only laughedWhile she crept alongHuddling against the dark blue wall of the NightStooping low,Her old black hood wrapped close about her ears,And only the […]
