Daily Poem: He Thinks of Those Who Have Spoken Evil of His Beloved ~ William Butler Yeats

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He Thinks of Those Who Have Spoken Evil of His Beloved ~ William Butler Yeats Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, And dream about the great and their pride; They have spoken against you everywhere, But weigh this song with the great and their pride; I made it out of a mouthful of air, […]

Daily Poem: Prayer for a Friend ~ Clementine Von Radics

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Prayer for a Friend ~ Clementine Von Radics This struggle we are struggling isn’t ours alone. We did not invent loss. We are not the first to have vows smashed with a bitter hammer. But god, You have been battling your pain with bare-knuckle fists for days and I just wish I could fight for […]

Daily Poem: If They Come in the Night ~ Marge Piercy

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This seems a suitable poem to post on Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday. If They Come in the Night ~ Marge Piercy Long ago on a night of danger and vigil a friend said, why are you happy? He explained (we lay together on a cold hard floor) what prison meant because he had done […]

Daily Poem: Let in the Light ~ John Matthews

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Let In The Light ~ John Matthews Welcome by whatever name or form it comes Whether you name it he or she Whether you call it unnameable Whether it comes with joy or sorrow in hand Welcome the light in whatever form, Whether it be the Lord of Life With stars upon his brow And […]

Daily Poem: Ettrick ~ Alicia Ann Spottiswoode, Lady John Scott

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Ettrick ~Alicia Ann Spottiswoode, Lady John Scott When we first rade down Ettrick, Our bridles were ringing, our hearts were dancing, The waters were singing, the sun was glancing, An’ blithely our hears rang out thegither, As we brushed the dew frae the blooming heather, When we first rade down Ettrick. When we next rade […]

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