For Homecoming day & night, from Poem A Day, Volume 2.
from Ashboughs / by Gerard Manley Hopkins
They touch heaven, tabour on it; how their talons sweep
The smouldering enormous winter welkin!
19th-Century English Poetry
DPF / Emerson
For poetry, which sits on the shelves with feet dangling down, calling to us all year long, from poets.org.
from The Poet / by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The etymologist finds the deadest word to
have been once a brilliant picture. Language is
fossil poetry.
DPF / Carroll
For beaches, cabbages, and kings, from poets.org.
from The Walrus and Carpenter / by Lewis Carroll
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand:
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
‘If this were only cleared away,’
They said, ‘it would be grand!’
DPF / Carroll
For a poetry lesson that ends badly, from Jabberwocky & Other Poems.
from Poeta Fit, non Nascitur / by Lewis Carroll
Don’t state the matter plainly,
But put it in a hint;
And learn to look at all things
With a sort of mental squint
DPF / Carroll
For wonder-land, from Jabberwocky & Other Poems.
from How Doth… / by Lewis Carroll
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail
DPF / Carroll
For big tests, such as the one I head to today, from Jabberwocky & Other Poems.
from Rules and Regulations / by Lewis Carroll
Learn well your grammar,
And never stammer,
Write well and neatly,
And sing most sweetly
DPF / Shorter
For language and poor maidens and the last day of June, since I know how to count these things after all, from Sound the Deep Waters: Women’s Romantic Poetry in the Victorian Age.
from The Mountain Maid / by Dora Sigerson Shorter
Half seated on a mossy crag,
Half crouching in the heather;
I found a little Irish maid,
All in June’s golden weather.
DPF / Clare
For the end of the school year and the season ahead, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Summer / by John Clare
The clock-a-clay is creeping on the open bloom of May,
The merry bee is trampling the pinky threads all day,
And the chaffinch it is brooding on its grey mossy nest
DPF / Tennyson
For language, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Claribel / by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Her song the lintwhite swelleth,
The clear-voiced mavis dwelleth,
The callow throstle lispeth,
The slumbrous wave outwelleth,
The babbling runnel crispeth,
The hollow grot replieth
Where Claribel low-lieth.
DPF / Hopkins
For the season, though I see some of our Colorado friends have snow today, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Spring / by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
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