Poems

    Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream    Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest    Is come, and thou art silent in thy age;    Save when the wind sweeps by and sounds are caught    Ambiguous, neither wholly thine nor theirs.    Oh! there is … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 IX. Address To Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe, By: William Wordsworth

the dreamed winterthe storks sitting meekly in Africathe butterfly frozen in the marvelous pondmice write a gorgeous mytha rural boy longs for the moonglowwitch apollonianly bewitcheda stunning worldin a moony wayI am full of druidic wizardriesYou are like a dragonflyWe are singing the dream-like springthe storks are coming home so tenderlythe butterfly awoken in glory but … [Read more...] about The Mysteries Of Four Seasons, By: Pawel Markiewicz

I never meant for anyone to confuse falling in love with going insane, I picked you the same way I pick flowersI have aches in my bones that probably aren't worth touching but you make sure you feel the sections of me that seem to have been abandonedI know im capable of scaring you awayand I cant promise you that you're right about me. Someone once told me to never to make a … [Read more...] about Writing Wrongs, By: Sabrine Jawad

'Mid crowded obelisks and urnsI sought the untimely grave of Burns;Sons of the Bard, my heart still mournsWith sorrow true;And more would grieve, but that it turnsTrembling to you! Through twilight shades of good and illYe now are panting up life's hill,And more than common strength and skillMust ye display;If ye would give the better willIts lawful sway. Hath Nature … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 IV. To The Sons Of Burns – After Visiting The Grave Of Their Father, By: William Wordsworth

Too frail to keep the lofty vowThat must have followed when his browWas wreathed, "The Vision" tells us howWith holly spray,He faltered, drifted to and fro,And passed away. Well might such thoughts, dear Sister, throngOur minds when, lingering all too long,Over the grave of Burns we hungIn social griefIndulged as if it were a wrongTo seek relief. But, leaving each unquiet … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 III. Thoughts Suggested The Day Following, On The Banks Of Nith, Near The Poet’s Residence, By: William Wordsworth