Monday, October 7, 2024

Silverly (Monday Poem)

 by Dennis Lee


Silverly,
Silverly,
Over the
Trees
The moon drifts
By on a
Runaway 
Breeze.

Dozily,
Dozily,
Deep in her
Bed,
A little girl
Dreams with the
Moon in her
Head.


from Poetry By Heart: A Child's Book of Poems to Remember 
compiled by Liz Attenborough
Scholastic, 2001

Monday, September 30, 2024

A Poison Tree (Monday Poem)

 
By William Blake
 

I was angry with my friend; 
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe: 
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears: 
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night. 
Till it bore an apple bright. 
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole, 
When the night had veiled the pole; 
In the morning glad I see; 
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

 

from PoetryOutLoud.org

Monday, September 23, 2024

Little Wind (Monday Poem)

by Kate Greenaway
 
 
Little wind, blow on the hill-top,
Little wind, blow on the plain;
Little wind, blow up the sunshine;
Little wind, blow off the rain.
 
 
from Poetry By Heart: A Child's Book of Poems to Remember 
compiled by Liz Attenborough
Scholastic, 2001 

Monday, September 16, 2024

The Summer Day (Monday Poem)

by Mary Oliver
 
 
 
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?


from Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver, by Mary Oliver
Penguin Random House, 2017

Monday, September 9, 2024

Summer Goes (Monday Poem)

 by Russell Hoban


Summer goes, summer goes
Like the sand between my toes
When the waves go out.
That's how summer pulls away,
Leaves me standing here today,
Waiting for the school bus.

Summer brought, summer brought
All the frogs that I have caught,
Frogging at the pond,
Hot dogs. flowers, shells and rocks,
Postcards in my postcard box--
Places far away.
 
Summer took, summer took
All the lessons in my book,
Blew then far away.
I forgot the things I knew--
Arithmetic and spelling too,
Never thought about them.
 
Summers gone, summers gone--
Fall and winter coming on,
Frosty in the morning.
Here's the school bus right on time.
I;m not really sad that I'm
Going back to school.
 
 
from The Famiily Read-Aloud Holiday Treasury
Selected by Alice Low
Little Brown & Company Inc, 1991
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Monday, September 2, 2024

August (Monday Poem)

 by Mary Oliver


When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the brambles
nobody owns, I spend

all day among the high
branches, reaching
my ripped arms, thinking

of nothing, cramming
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body

accepts what it is. In the dark
creeks that run by there is
this thick paw of my life darting among

the black bells, the leaves; there is
this happy tongue.


from Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver, by Mary Oliver
Penguin Random House, 2017

Monday, August 26, 2024

Let Me Go (Monday Poem)

by Christina Rosetti
 
 
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
 
 Miss me a little, but not for long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that once we shared
Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone
It's all part of the master plan
A step on the road to home.
 
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know.
Laugh at all the things we used to do
Miss me but let me go.
 
 
(In honor and memory of my dear sister, Cathy Christine Shank, who completed her life. ALS is a cruel disease.)