Monday, April 26, 2021

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 
 

Monday, April 19, 2021

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

Monday, April 12, 2021

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 

Monday, April 5, 2021

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