Before I see another day,Oh let my body die away!In sleep I heard the northern gleams;The stars they were among my dreams;In sleep did I behold the skies,I saw the crackling flashes drive;And yet they are upon my eyes,And yet I am alive.Before I see another day,Oh let my body die away! My fire is dead: it knew no pain;Yet is it dead, and I remain.All stiff with ice the ashes … [Read more...] about The Complaint Of A Forsaken Indian Woman, By: William Wordsworth
The Childless Father, By: William Wordsworth
Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away!Not a soul in the village this morning will stay;The hare has just started from Hamilton's grounds,And Skiddaw is glad with the cry of the hounds." –Of coats and of jackets grey, scarlet, and green,On the slopes of the pastures all colours were seen;With their comely blue aprons, and caps white as snow,The girls on the hills made a … [Read more...] about The Childless Father, By: William Wordsworth
Inheritance, By: Snigdha Agrawal
He insists I have his smile.I practice it in mirrors,waiting for recognition to arrivelate, like himRelatives say I’m luckygenes travel mysteriously,like secrets that prefer company At reunions, we line upfor photographs,a family tree trimmed neatly to hide the grafts. He teaches me how to sign my name,as if handwritingcould make blood behave.I nod, obedient,carrying … [Read more...] about Inheritance, By: Snigdha Agrawal
After the Storm, Us, By: Andrew Cyr
I paid for change—good cash goneto get my wife,Jolene sober. Her depression,her drinking,brought me to my knees.I turned pages in a dusty Bible.God, fix, Jolene,I prayed. Jolene left, returned,left again—friends always ready to party. “If you leave,stay gone,” I said. She stayed gone.I waited—night heavy as grief,both sky and heart broken. It backfired—a prophecy … [Read more...] about After the Storm, Us, By: Andrew Cyr
The Bond, By: Helen O Hare
A sign, a feeling, a senseIt’s known deep down insideBefore it then manifestsThe subtle hints start to showWhile inside a miracle unfoldsAs it starts to growAnd as it draws closer to the dayThe bond already cementedNothing can break itNothing can stand in its wayThen in the midst of painWhen her body feels brokenA strength comes to carry her alongTo the ultimate momentA new … [Read more...] about The Bond, By: Helen O Hare



