DPF / Dickinson

Well, let the repeats begin a day early. I have a request for “hope” on this most hope – filled night of the year. So, it must be dear Emily. Happy New Year’s Eve.

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 –

DPF / Child

For the upcoming week, from poetryfoundation.org.

from The New-England Boy’s Song about Thanksgiving Day / by Lydia Maria Child (1802–1880 )

Over the river, and through the wood,
    With a clear blue winter sky,
        The dogs do bark,
        And children hark,
    As we go jingling by.

 

DPF / Moran

Another for the children of October, from our hula dancer-poet-illustrator, Edna, from the book, An Eyeball in My Garden.
http://www.scbwi.org/members-public/edna-cabcabin-moran

from Zombie Kid Blues / by Edna Cabcabin Moran

Though I borrowed a mitt
That perfectly fit,
It came off with my hand still inside.

DPF / Whittier

from Snow-bound: A Winter Idyll / by John Greenleaf Whittier

The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.

DPF / Thoreau

Birds this week. Needing a bluebird of happiness today. Best known for Walden, he was a poet first.  http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/601

from The Bluebirds / by Henry David Thoreau

In the midst of the poplar that stands by the door,
We planted a bluebird box

DPF / Lincoln

For President’s Day, from his book, The Poems of Abraham Lincoln.

from My Childhood Home I See Again / by Abraham Lincoln

My childhood home I see again,
        And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
        There’s pleasure in it too.