Where The Mind Is Without Fear Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free Where the world has not been broken up into fragments By narrow domestic walls Where words come out from the depth of truth Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection Where the …
The Tyger Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist …
Oh Butterscotch, where have you been all my life? All these years, I turned my nose up at your homespun appearance and simple charm, preferring to court your blasé city-girl cousin, Caramel! Caramel, that brittle, bittersweet beauty. Hard hearted and unforgiving! Creating huge insecurity in me due to my inexperience with sugar thermometers and such …
A Daughter Leaving Home Although she is moving out She’ll never be far away She’ll always live here with me In my heart each day Hopefully I taught her The right things along the way To help her make the right decisions Each and every day The most important thing That she should know That …
I had a Hippopotamus, I kept him in a shed And fed him upon vitamins and vegetable bread I made him my companion on many cheery walks And had his portrait done by a celebrity in chalk His charming eccentricities were known on every side The creatures’ popularity was wonderfully wide He frolocked with the …
Can a poem haunt one? I’ve not been able to stop thinking (I’m sure you guys are thinking- “Here she goes again! One day it’s pigs, another day, it’s poems!”) of ‘Kubla Khan’ written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Kubla Khan Or a Vision in a Dream. A Fragment In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately …
And to my child in particular…. Fly! ************************************************************************ Children And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, ‘Speak to us of Children.’ And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though …
