Poetry Catalog

Behold her, single in the field,Yon solitary Highland Lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here, or gently pass!Alone she cuts and binds the grain,And sings a melancholy strain;O listen! for the Vale profoundIs overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chauntMore welcome notes to weary bandsOf travellers in some shady haunt,Among Arabian sands:A voice so … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 VIII. The Solitary Reaper, By: William Wordsworth

"What, you are stepping westward?" "Yea."'Twould be a 'wildish' destiny,If we, who thus together roamIn a strange Land, and far from home,Were in this place the guests of Chance:Yet who would stop, or fear to advance,Though home or shelter he had none,With such a sky to lead him on? The dewy ground was dark and cold;Behind, all gloomy to behold;And stepping westward seemed … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 VII. Stepping Westward, By: William Wordsworth

somedays i thinkmy salvationfeels like the cold roughnessof the cobbles beneath my kneesthe press of the wind against my cheeka rain-drenched coat my only shelterand my only warmththe trickling red that leaksfrom the claws of the metal crucifixof my sole hopesometimes i seethe sunrise over the iridescent seathe pearly froth spilling onto golden sandi can feel the swirl of the … [Read more...] about Salvations Of The Sea, By: Arlin Mudju

Sweet Highland Girl, a very showerOf beauty is thy earthly dower!Twice seven consenting years have shedTheir utmost bounty on thy head:And these grey rocks; that household lawn;Those trees, a veil just half withdrawn;This fall of water that doth makeA murmur near the silent lake;This little bay; a quiet roadThat holds in shelter thy Abode,In truth together do ye seemLike … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 V. To A Highland Girl – At Inversneyde, Upon Loch Lomond, By: William Wordsworth

In the morning, waking me up with piercing alarms,as if the whole building was on fire. Alexa calmly announces:‘There’s nothing scheduled for the day.’I wish my boss would say the same thing.In the evening: ‘Now, here’s local news.’Dead silence. Perhaps she sees nothing important worth mentioningShe then moves on to weather forecast:‘It will be dry tomorrow but there will be … [Read more...] about The Life Philosophy Of Alexa, By: Hongwei Bao