Sunday Poem~

She Walks in Beauty
George Gordon Byron, 1788 – 1824

I.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

II.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

III.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/she-walks-beauty

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Happy Lunar Eclipse/Full Moon tomorrow 🙂

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Sunday Poem ~

It’s all I have to bring today (26)
Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886

It’s all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.It’s all I have to bring today (26)
Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886

It’s all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.

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Sunday Poem ~

My Lantern

Marianne Moore, 18871972

The banners unfurled by the warden
Float
Up high in the air and sink down; the
Moat
Is black as a plume on a casque; my
Light,
Like a patch of high light on a flask, makes
Night
A gibbering goblin that bars the way-
So noisy, familiar, and safe by day.

 

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poems?field_occasion_tid=1501&field_poem_themes_tid=All&field_form_tid=All&page=1

This poem is in the public domain.

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‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle

Victoria Kaloss

Sunday Poem ~ 2017

In Memoriam, [Ring out, wild bells]

Lord Alfred Tennyson, 18091892

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
   The flying cloud, the frosty light:
   The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
   Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
   The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind
   For those that here we see no more;
   Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
   And ancient forms of party strife;
   Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
   The faithless coldness of the times;
   Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
   The civic slander and the spite;
   Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
   Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
   Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
   The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
   Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/memoriam-ring-out-wild-bells

Happy New Year!

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'One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable' ~ Aristotle

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Sunday Poem ~

Eros

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sunday Poem; Summer Olympic 2016 Rio Inspired

Maya Angelou life and body of poetry featured for Summer Olympic 2016.

She is one of my favorite modern poets.

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/stanza/summer-olympics-2016-and-poetry

Her poem ‘Still I Rise’ sparks tears every time. I heard her read on a public podium when she held US Poet Laureate position. During a time in my life when I needed inspiration, during a time I studied social work when my heart bled and my rib cracked in American Lit class.

My love for poetry continued to rise.

Visiting a friend’s aunt in Ontario, Canada, I retreated to the historical home’s bathroom after a looooong drive. Behind our hostess’s wooden bathroom door held a poster of Maya Angelou’s poem – ‘Still I Rise.’

I wept on the loo.

Inspiration comes in and from many forms and places, joyous surprises like Christmas in August.

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/still-i-rise

 

Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility

‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle

Victoria Kaloss

Sunday Poem~

“Rhapsody on a Windy Night”

by T. S. Eliot

In honor of the gusty, gutsy thunderstorms and pre-hail rains clearing the space for the holiday weekend.

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/rhapsody-windy-night?utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Poem-a-Day%20%20July%203%202016&utm_content=Poem-a-Day%20%20July%203%202016+CID_bf9517558b13b7cf701f8443c0ca4deb&utm_source=Email%20marketing%20software&utm_term=read-more

Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility

‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle

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