The Giver of Stars (Monday Poem)

 by Amy Lowell

 

 

Hold your soul open for my welcoming.  

Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me 

With its clear and rippled coolness,

That, loose-limbed and weary, I find rest, 

Outstretched upon your peace, as on a bed of ivory.

Let the flickering flame of your soul play all about me,
That into my limbs may come the keenness of fire,
The life and joy of tongues of flame,
And, going out from you, tightly strung and in tune,
I may rouse the blear-eyed world,
And pour into it the beauty which you have begotten.

from https://poets.org/poem/giver-stars

In the public domain 

Us Two (Monday Poem)

 by A. A. Milne

Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,

There's always Pooh and Me.

Whatever I do, he wants to do,

"Where are you going today?" asks Pooh:

"Well, that's very odd,'cos I was too.

Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.

"Let's go together," says, Pooh.

 

"What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh.

("Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.) 

"I think it ought to be twenty-two."

"Just what I think myself," said Pooh.

"It wasn't an easy sum to do,

But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he.

"That's what it is," said Pooh.

 

"Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh.

"Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me.

We crossed the river and found a few --

"Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh.

"As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.

That's what they are," said Pooh, said he.

"That's what they are," said Pooh.

 

"Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh.

"That's right," said Pooh to Me.

"I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh,

And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo!"

Silly old dragons!" -- and off they flew.

"I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,

"I'm never afraid with you."

 

So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,

There's always Pooh and Me.

"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,

"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said:  "True,

It isn't much fun for One, but Two

Can stick together," says Pooh, says he,

"That's how it is," says Pooh. 

 

 

 

 

from Now We Are Six

by A. A. Milne

illustrations by Ernest H. Shepard

Dell, 1955

The Trout (Monday Poem)

Southern Paiute song

translated by John Weslye Powell

 

 

In the blue water

The trout wags its tail

 

 

 

 

from Sing a Song of Seasons:

A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year

selected by Fiona Waters

Candlewick Press, 2018 

Waiting at the Window (Monday Poem)

 by A. A. Milne

These are my two drops of rain

Waiting on the window-pane.

I am waiting here to see

Which the winning one will be.

Both of them have different names.

One is John and one is James.

All the best and all the worst

Comes from which of them is first.

James has just begun to ooze.

He's the one I want to lose.

John is waiting to begin.

He's the one I want to win.

James is going slowly on.

Something sort of sticks to John.

John is moving off at last.

James is going pretty fast.

John is rushing down the pane.

James is going slow again.

James has met a sort of smear.

John is getting very near.

Is he going fast enough?

(James has found a piece of fluff.)

John has hurried quickly by.

(James was talking to a fly.)

John is there, and John has won!

Look! I told you! Here's the sun!

 

 

 

from Now We Are Six

by A. A. Milne

illustrations by Ernest H. Shepard

Dell, 1955