William Wordsworth

A great poet! Wordsworth is pretty freaking awesome!

The World Is Too Much with Us

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

Jane Kenyon

I’ve been looking through old literature books for my favorite poems. I came across this one by Jane Kenyon and it made me giggle. So, I thought I would share. Maybe it will make someone else giggle too!

The Shirt

The shirt touches his neck
and smooths over his back.
It slides down his sides.
It even goes down below his belt—
down into his pants.
Lucky shirt.

 

Robert Frost

One of the greatest poets of all time, Robert Frost. Although I love his more notable poems like The Road Not Taken and Fire and Ice, my all time favorite is…

Acquainted With the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain — and back in rain.

I have out walked the furthest city light.

 

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

 

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

 

But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,

O luminary clock against the sky

 

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.


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