“Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep.I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow.I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain.I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rushOf beautiful birds … Continue reading The Two Week Mark
Poetry
Dirge Without Music
“I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. … Continue reading Dirge Without Music
City in the Sea
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Wherethe good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting … Continue reading City in the Sea
Tell Me Not…
"Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art; to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul." -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sunset and Evening Star
"Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, … Continue reading Sunset and Evening Star
I Am Like Her
"I am like her. The one you left for me. And I hope you know I knew you would leave me, as you did her. But I didn't much care, because I wear rejection like other women wear diamonds; covered in the memories of those lost. And I know you. You thought I would never do better than you, so my days … Continue reading I Am Like Her
Dreamland
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly "From an ultimate dim Thule- From a wild clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE- out of TIME. Bottomless vales and boundless floods, And chasms, and … Continue reading Dreamland
To Lucasta, Going To The Wars
"Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As … Continue reading To Lucasta, Going To The Wars
Poetry Is…
“Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.” —Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Watch Out For Intellect…
“Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.” -Anne Sexton
Written by LISA MARINO-Molchanova 