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Why I Wake Early

© Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who made the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips

Heron Rises From The Dark, Summer Pond

© Mary Oliver

So heavy
is the long-necked, long-bodied heron,
always it is a surprise
when her smoke-colored wings

How necessary it is to have opinions! I think the spotted trout
lilies are satisfied, standing a few inches above the earth. I
think serenity is not something you just find in the world,
like a plum tree, holding up its white petals.

Reversibility

© Charles Baudelaire

ANGEL of gaiety, have you tasted grief?
Shame and remorse and sobs and weary spite,
And the vague terrors of the fearful night
That crush the heart up like a crumpled leaf?

New Year's Eve

© Henry Van Dyke

I The other night I had a dream, most clear
And comforting, complete
In every line, a crystal sphere,
And full of intimate and secret cheer.

Promise

© Bhaskar Roy Barman

Bhaskar Roy Barman

from To Alexis In Answer to His Poem Against Fruition

© Aphra Behn

Since man with that inconstancy was born,
To love the absent, and the present scorn
Why do we deck, why do we dress
For such short-lived happiness?
Why do we put attraction on,
Since either way tis we must be undone?

from The Task, Book IV: The Winter Evening

© William Cowper

(excerpt)

Hark! ’tis the twanging horn! o’er yonder bridge,

Happiness

© Jane Kenyon

There’s just no accounting for happiness,
or the way it turns up like a prodigal
who comes back to the dust at your feet
having squandered a fortune far away.

from The Seasons: Winter

© James Thomson

Father of light and life! thou Good Supreme!
O teach me what is good! teach me Thyself!
Save me from folly, vanity, and vice,
From every low pursuit; and feed my soul
With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure,
Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss!

Iowa City: Early April

© Robert Hass

And last night the sapphire of the raccoon's eyes in the beam of the flashlight.
He was climbing a tree beside the house, trying to get onto the porch, I think, for a wad of oatmeal
Simmered in cider from the bottom of the pan we'd left out for the birds.

from Queen Mab: Part VI

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

(excerpt)

"Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light,

Romance

© Ruth Stone

I went back, as to my relatives.

When I arrived, the elms had been shaved.

In Love with You

© Kenneth Koch

We walk through the park in the sun, and you say, “There’s a spider
Of shadow touching the bench, when morning’s begun.” I love you.
I love you fame I love you raining sun I love you cigarettes I love you love
I love you daggers I love smiles daggers and symbolism.