Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror …
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A Thing of Beauty
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the …
Read More »A Lover’s Complaint
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this double voice accorded, And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale; Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale, Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain, Storming her world with sorrow’s wind and rain. Upon her head a platted hive …
Read More »How Do I Love Thee
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for …
Read More »Forever And A Day
Sometimes when you’re all alone, feeling lonely and so blue, wondering if I’m even thinking of you. Thinking I might find somebody else in the places that I go, but girl there’s some things you really ought to know. Forever and a day is how long I want you. Forever and a day I’ll always be true. Just keep on …
Read More »A Note To My Son
Time is moving slowly, The day is almost here. The anxiety and joy is building up, For my baby boy will soon appear. I can’t wait to see your smiling face, And hold your little hand. Just then I’ll know deep inside that you’re my little man. I have so much to share with you day after day. And to …
Read More »Love Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there …
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