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“Faith” is a fine invention 185″
by Emily Dickinson

“Faith” is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.

Lyriversity — Liberty of Creativity

MORNING POEM OF THE DAY

Posted: November 12, 2013 in LINES OF THE DAY

Do not stand at my grave and weep
-by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Lyriversity — Liberty of Creativity

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
—Dylan Thomas (from “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night)

Lyriversity — Liberty of Creativity

MORNING LINE OF THE DAY

Posted: November 10, 2013 in LINES OF THE DAY

Do I dare
Disturb the Universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which
A minute will reverse.
—T.S. Eliot (from “Love Song of J. Alfred Pruflock)

Lyriversity — Liberty of Creativity

by Christopher Okigbo

Whatever happened to the elephant-
Hurrah for thunder-

The elephant, tetrarch of the jungle:
With a wave of the hand
He could pull four trees to the ground;
His four mortar legs pounded the earth:
Wherever they treaded,
The grass was forbidden to be there.

Alas! The elephant has fallen-
Hurrah for thunder-

But already the hunters are talking about pumpkins:
If they share the meat let them remember thunder.

The eye that looks down will surely see the nose;
The finger that fits should be used to pick the nose.

Today–for tomorrow, today becomes yesterday:
How many million promises can ever fill a basket…

If I don’t learn to shut my mouth I’ll soon go to hell,
I, Okigbo, town-crier, together with my iron bell.

Lyriversity — Liberty of Creativity

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
–W.H. Auden (The More Loving One)

Lyriversity — Liberty of Creativity

MORNING LINE OF DAY

Posted: November 7, 2013 in LINES OF THE DAY

Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
—Alfred Lord Tennyson

Lyriversity — Liberty of Creativity

MORNING LINE OF THE DAY

Posted: November 6, 2013 in LINES OF THE DAY

Reading makes a man
Understanding; a better man
And Writing; a complete man
–Francis Bacon

Lyriversity — Liberty of Creativity