Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep Do not stand at my grave and forever weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn’s rain. When you awaken … Continue reading Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep – Mary Elizabeth Frye
Poetry
Not Waving, But Drowning – Stevie Smith
Not Waving, But Drowning NOBODY heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he's dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no … Continue reading Not Waving, But Drowning – Stevie Smith
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night – Dylan Thomas
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night DO NOT go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not … Continue reading Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night – Dylan Thomas
The Stolen Child – WB Yates
The Stolen Child WHERE dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, … Continue reading The Stolen Child – WB Yates
The Sun Rising by John Donne
This is my favourite poem. One day, I am going to have this quoted to me one bright morning by a handsome young man who means it. This is the dream of a girl who tidies book shelfs for a living and knows how to make marmalade from scratch, so unlikely to actually happen, but … Continue reading The Sun Rising by John Donne
Spontaneous Me – Walt Whitman
Spontaneous Me Spontaneous me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder, The hillside whiten'd with blossoms of the mountain ash, The same late in autumn, the hues of red, yellow, drab, purple, and light and dark green, The rich … Continue reading Spontaneous Me – Walt Whitman
O Captain, my Captain – Walt Whitman
O Captain, My Captain O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the … Continue reading O Captain, my Captain – Walt Whitman
He wishes for the clothes of Heaven – W.B. Yates
He wishes for the clothes of Heaven Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my … Continue reading He wishes for the clothes of Heaven – W.B. Yates
My Wife – R.L. Stevenson
My Wife Trusty, dusky, vivid, true, With eyes of gold and bramble-dew, Steel-true and blade-straight, The great artificer Made my mate. Honour, anger, valour, fire; A love that life could never tire, Death quench or evil stir, The mighty master Gave to her. Teacher, tender, comrade, wife, A fellow-farer true through life, Heart-whole and soul-free … Continue reading My Wife – R.L. Stevenson
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