Here, a poem by Wisława SzymborskaI don’t know about elsewhere But here on Earth we’ve got a vast supply of everything. Here, manufactured are chairs And sadness, Scissors, violins, Tenderness, transistors, Water dams, jokes, Teacups. Perhaps somewhere else, there is more of... See More »
Raindrops and PuzzlesI will sulk today… Let the sadness pour its tears like droplets on car windows and play “Fake Plastic Trees” abusing the rewind button I will let the emotions today… break me into small pieces like cardboard puzzles dropped on a wooden floor — stagn... See More »
I can’t believeI can’t believe I longed daily For years For you. Ached to my soul In silence Daily For years. Now I ache for me — Daily — For the years.
I die a bit every timeIt begins the way sparks do: quick, careless, light jumping from line to line. Messages arrive faster than thought, sentences overlap, laughter leaks through glass and pixels. The cursor waits, impatient, as if it already knows what comes next.... See More »
Nothing Gold Can Stay (1923)Robert Frost argued with his poem that the most precious, "golden" moments in life cannot last, echoing the biblical fall from Eden. This is written in the famous Roaring Twenties (1920-1929) which ended with the stock market crash in 1929, leading... See More »
the journey by mary oliverOne day you finally know what you had to do, and began, though the surrounding voices kept shouting their bad advice- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't... See More »
