< Return to Robert Frost Poems Spoils of the Dead Two fairies it was On a still summer day Came forth in the woods With the flowers to play. The flowers they plucked They cast on the ground For others, and those For still others they found. Flower-guided it was That they came as they […]
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“Going for Water” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems Going for Water The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can Across the fields behind the house To seek the brook if still it ran; Not loth to have excuse to go, Because the autumn eve was fair (Though chill), because the […]
“Asking for Roses” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems Asking for Roses A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster; It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses. I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary; ‘I wonder,’ […]
“Holy Thursday” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems Holy Thursday ’Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, The children walking two and two, in red, and blue, and green: Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow, Till into the high dome of Paul’s they like Thames waters flow. O what a multitude […]
“Love and a Question” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems Love and a Question A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in his hand, And, for all burden, care. He asked with the eyes more than the lips For a shelter for the night, And he turned […]
Hermit Crab Essay 002: How To Teach Poetry To Seventh Graders
Teaching poetry to 7th graders begins with vulnerability. Join author Callie Feyen and she walks us through a scene in a middle school classroom.
Reading Generously: Perspective Glass
This year we are reading generously through the theme of Perspective. Grab your perspective glass and join us.
Poet Laura: Gratitude + Credo Poems in the New Year
As we enter the new year, Karen Paul Holmes, encourages us to explore gratitude poems that praise everyday goodness + write a credo poem.
The Enduring Appeal of “Sir Gawain and the Green Knight”
“Sir Gawain and the Green Night” continues to find readers and audiences, helped by modern translations and a movie with Dev Patel.
“Mowing” by Robert Frost
< Return to Robert Frost Poems Mowing There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself; Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun, Something, perhaps, about the lack of sound— And […]
Evelyn Hope by Robert Browning
Evelyn Hope I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her bed; She plucked that piece of geranium-flower, Beginning to die too, in the glass; Little has yet been changed, I think: The shutters are shut, no light may pass Save two long rays […]
Poems to Listen By: Moonstruck 06—Lunula
Laurie Klein’s Moonstruck series takes us to a poetic reflection on motherhood and the moon with Susan Cowger’s “Lunula.”
“The Divine Image” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Divine Image To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is God our Father dear; And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is man, His child and care. For Mercy has […]
“A Cradle Song” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems A Cradle Song Sweet dreams, form a shade O’er my lovely infant’s head! Sweet dreams of pleasant streams By happy, silent, moony beams! Sweet Sleep, with soft down Weave thy brows an infant crown! Sweet Sleep, angel mild, Hover o’er my happy child! Sweet smiles, in the night Hover […]
“The Laughing Song” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Laughing Song When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it; When the meadows laugh with lively green, And the grasshopper […]
“The Little Boy Found” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Little Boy Found The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wandering light, Began to cry, but God, ever nigh, Appeared like his father, in white. He kissed the child, and by the hand led, And to his mother brought, Who in sorrow pale, through […]
Poets and Poems: Gabrielle Myers and “Too Many Seeds”
In “Too Many Seeds,” poet Gabrielle Myers uses food and nature to reflect upon life, meaning, and what we often take for granted.
“The Little Boy Lost” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Little Boy Lost ‘Father, father, where are you going? O do not walk so fast! Speak, father, speak to your little boy, Or else I shall be lost.’ The night was dark, no father was there, The child was wet with dew; The mire was deep, and the […]
Poet Laura: The first poem that broke my heart
Our Poet Laura Karen Paul Holmes shares the first poem to break her heart. What was the first poem that broke yours?
“The Blossom” by William Blake
< Return to William Blake Poems The Blossom Merry, merry sparrow! Under leaves so green A happy blossom Sees you, swift as arrow, Seek your cradle narrow, Near my bosom. Pretty, pretty robin! Under leaves so green A happy blossom Hears you sobbing, sobbing, Pretty, pretty robin, Near my bosom. “The Blossom” Original Illustration by […]