For Mother’s Day eve, from poetryfoundation.org.
from To a Child / by Sophie Jewett (1861–1909)
For Mother’s Day eve, from poetryfoundation.org.
from To a Child / by Sophie Jewett (1861–1909)
For sails and ice, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Stanzas for Music / by George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
‘Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin’d turret wreath,
All green and wildly fresh without
For Concord and self-reliance, from The Oxford Book of American Poetry, edited by David Lehman.
from A Letter / by Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
And mark the rising of the early stars.
There will I bring my books
For the last evening of Valentine’s weekend, from Poetry Foundation.
from Valentine to RR Written Extempore Feb.14 1802 / by Charlotte Richardson (1775-1825)
For “a retail dry-good shop in Chatham-street,” from The Oxford Book of American Poetry, edited by David Lehman (2006).
from Fanny / by Fitz-Greene Halleck (1790-1867)
There is an airy web of magic in it,
As in Othello’s pocket handkerchief.
This one’s for Dad, gone 23 years; but, I have his handwriting here on the front of this book, which makes him seem like he’s right here: “To Michele, from LT COL. Pizarro.” Happy holiday season to you, whatever your choice of holiday(s) may be.
from The Night Before Christmas / by Clement C. Moore (1779-1863)
‘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.
Well, it’s the wrong day to sing about spring while snow falls on the television’s football fields, but here it is anyway. This one’s also from Poem A Day, Voume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Spring / by Oshima Ryota (1718-1878), translated by Steven D. Carter
Ah, this world of ours
For rivers, from A Book of Luminous Things, edtied by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Coming at Night to a Fisherman’s Hut / by Chang Chi (768-830)
Moon rises, fishing boats are few.
For monasteries, from Narrative Poems by Alexander Pushkin & Mikhail Lermontov. More on the poet here:
http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/337014/Mikhail-Lermontov
from The Novice / by Mikhail Lermontov b. Oct 15, 1814 [Oct 3 Old Style] translated by Charles Johnston
Down from the mountains rode one day
a Russian general, on his way
For green, from Poem a Day, Vol. 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.
from Green Willow / by Anonymous
O! willow, willow, willow, willow,
O! willow, willow, willow, willow,
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