Bath —Amy Lowell The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and bores through the water in the bath-tub in lathes and planes of greenish-white. It cleaves the water into flaws like a jewel, and cracks it […]
The Cat and The Moon —W. B. Yeats The cat went here and there And the moon spun round like a top, And the nearest kin of the moon, The creeping cat, looked up. Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, For, wander and wail as he would, The pure cold light in the sky Troubled […]
Persephone —Grace Briarwood [Image description: A screenshot shows the poem: Why do the young poets all write about Persephone? Maybe it’s because We can relate. To a goddess? To being half sunshine and half grave. End description.]
Poem: Excerpt from “Wheel of Fortune”, from Fortune’s Lover, a Book of Tarot Poems —Rachel Pollack We who read cards are Fortune’s lovers, intoxicated by other people’s lives, their memories like dreams we live in pictures., their starts and detours and dead ends, their round and round and round, like a thick liqeur. Their mistakes […]
The Star —Ann Taylor and Jane Taylor Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are ! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the trav’ller […]
