Poem of the Day

Mushrooms

Sylvia Plath 

 

Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door.

 

Poem(s) of the Day

The Oft-Repeated Dream 

She had no saying dark enough  
For the dark pine that kept 
Forever trying the window latch 
Of the room where they slept. 

The tireless but ineffectual hands  
That with every futile pass 
Made the great tree seem as a little bird 
Before the mystery of glass! 

It never had been inside the room,  
And only one of the two 
Was afraid in an oft-repeated dream 
Of what the tree might do. 
- Robert Frost, 1921


I'm nobody! Who are you?

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
- Emily Dickinson

Poem of the Day

Two blog posts in one day?! Outrageous! Both of them of no substance, too.

I have always admired and loved the poetry of E.E.Cummings. This is one of his most well-known poems, not as radical in style as most, but still characteristic.

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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

-i carry your heart with me, E.E. Cummings

Poem of the Day

Mystic Horses- all grace and beauty,
these elegant beings...
Strong legs pulsating, pounding
rhythms upon the earth
like a drum beating in resonance
with my own ancestral heart.
Is there anything more sensuously beautiful
than the horse?
... I think not.

-Laurel Burch

Indigo Sky Mares - Laurel Burch

Poem of the Day

seeker of truth

follow no path
all paths lead where

truth is here

-Seeker of Truth, E.E. Cummings