It is no Spirit who from heaven hath flown,And is descending on his embassy;Nor Traveller gone from earth the heavens to espy!'Tis Hesperus, there he stands with glittering crown,First admonition that the sun is down!For yet it is broad day-light: clouds pass by;A few are near him still, and now the sky,He hath it to himself 'tis all his own.O most ambitious Star! an inquest … [Read more...] about It Is No Spirit Who From Heaven Hath Flown, By: William Wordsworth
Carpathian Dream, By: Rob Jagodzinski
In the dream, she appears to me, out of the darkness. We are in a Carpathian meadow, caressed by a warm lilac breeze, under a canopy of stars.Everything is peace.She drifts down to me on gossamer wings.Long white silken robes adorn her, flow about her.Without a word she anoints my face with tender kisses.The gown slips from her shoulders and pools around her feet.Within her … [Read more...] about Carpathian Dream, By: Rob Jagodzinski
It Is A Beauteous Evening, By: William Wordsworth
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,The holy time is quiet as a nunBreathless with adoration; the broad sunIs sinking down in its tranquility;The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea:Listen! the mighty Being is awake,And doth with his eternal motion makeA sound like thunder, everlastingly.Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,If thou appear untouched by … [Read more...] about It Is A Beauteous Evening, By: William Wordsworth
Just Why…, By: Myriam D.
Hanging in your tracksuitPeddaling your poisonPacing the pathScanning the streetTrapping your fly boysFeeding them tales of terrorSending them scootingthrough the crap that is their livesand yours and maybe mine and inside I'm screaming why … [Read more...] about Just Why…, By: Myriam D.
Isle Of Man, By: William Wordsworth
A youth too certain of his power to wadeOn the smooth bottom of this clear bright sea,To sight so shallow, with a bather's gleeLeapt from this rock, and but for timely aidHe, by the alluring element betrayed,Had perished. Then might Sea-nymphs (and with sighsOf self-reproach) have chanted elegiesBewailing his sad fate, when he was laidIn peaceful earth: for, doubtless, he was … [Read more...] about Isle Of Man, By: William Wordsworth