Tag: rhyme
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Billy Collins – Days
Days Each one is a gift, no doubt, mysteriously placed in your waking hand or set upon your forehead moments before you open your eyes. Today begins cold and bright, the ground heavy with snow and the thick masonry of ice, the sun glinting off the turrets of clouds. Through the calm eye of the…
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Frederick Goddard Tuckerman – “An upper chamber…”
An upper chamber in a darkened house, Where, ere his footsteps reached ripe manhood’s brink, Terror and anguish were his cup to drink; I cannot rid the thought, nor hold it close But dimly dream upon that man alone: Now though the autumn clouds most softly pass, The cricket chides beneath the doorstep stone, And…
Sam Reads Poetry 