For does grief global, religious, or personal, ever feel lighter than the moment it found you? From Emily Dickinson: Selected Poems.
from Griefs / by Emily Dickinson
I wonder if when years have piled —
Some thousands — on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause
For the night, from The Night Before Christmas.
from The Night Before Christmas / by Clement C. Moore or Henry Livingston, Jr.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
PIA: from December 31, 2015.
Something needed in this year of rapid change and uncertainty.
from ‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers / by Emily Dickinson
‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
For the season, with the magic of backwards time travel, from http://www.41051.com/xmaslyrics/midnight.html.
from It Came Upon a Midnight Clear / by Edmund Sears
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold!
Peace on the earth, good will to men
For the season, from http://www.christmas-time.com/bunchofholly.htm.
from A Bunch of Holly / by Christina Rossetti
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But give me holly, bold and jolly,
Honest, prickly, shining holly; Pluck me holly leaf and berry For the day when I make merry. |
For the season, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Fall, leaves, fall / by Emily Brontë
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
For a Tennyson kind of day, from Tennyson’s Poems, 1863.
from Sea Dreams. An Idyl. / by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger.
For the season and a beautiful autumn day at the cross-country meet, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Autumn / by T.E. Hulme
PIA: from August 24, 2015.
For houses empty and full and also for those empty though full, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from All Hushed and Still within the House / by Emily Brontë (1818-1848)
Through rain and through the wailing wind,
Never again.
Never again?
For the love of fathers and daughters, from poetryfoundation.org.
from On the Beach at Night / by Walt Whitman
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