If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it... Read more
A baby-pink telegram reports A loss, but don’t, oh don’t stop to think Of a smile now gone, a favour left Undone, but write, write, write, write without A pause, while bey... Read more
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of s... Read more
Ours is a silence that waits. Endlessly waits. And then, unable to bear it any further, it breaks into wails. But not all suppressed reactions end in our bemoaning the tragedy. Sometimes, th... Read more
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with... Read more
Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair. I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and look out on the... Read more
Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me! Adelaide Crapsey was an American poet. Born in Brooklyn, New Y... Read more
My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble... Read more
LOVE for love, and moments sweet, Lips returning kiss for kiss, Word for word, and eyes that meet; Breath for breath, and bliss for bliss. Thus at eve, and thus the morrow! Yet thou feeblest... Read more
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot... Read more
