Tag: Poetry Friday

The Sixth of January The cat sits on the back of the sofa lookingout the window through the softly falling snowat the last bit…

Ah Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreatsby Walt Whitman Ah poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats,Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me,(For what is…

Black Rook in Rainy WeatherOn the stiff twig up thereHunches a wet black rookArranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain.I do not expect…

“The Mind is a Hawk,” by Walter McDonald, from Night Landing © Harper and Row. The Mind is a Hawk The mind is like…

Youth and age. Big and Small. Black and White. Heavy and Light. The opposing ends of any given spectrum become obvious to us early…

“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” Anna Karenina, Chapter 1, first line, by Leo Tolstoy Those…

The DanceWilliam Carlos Williams In Breughel’s great picture, The Kermess,the dancers go round, they go round andaround, the squeal and the blare and thetweedle…

The Story We Know The way to begin is always the same. Hello,Hello. Your hand, your name. So glad, just fine,and Good bye at…

I blame this Bad Poetry episode of Poetry Friday quite thoroughly on Read, Write, Believe, who started digging out her high school poetry. I…