Out of every hundred people, those who always know better: fifty two. Unsure of every step: almost all the rest. Ready to help, if it doesm’t take long: forty nine. Always good, because they cannot be otherwise: four–well, maybe five. Able to admire without envy: eighteen. Led to error by youth (which passes): sixty, plus […]
Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? by Pablo Neruda
Whom can I ask what I came to make happen in this world? Why do I move without wanting to, why am I not able to sit still? Why do I go rolling without wheels, flying without wings or feathers, and why did I decide to migrate if my bones live in Chile?
Why it was wonderful by Archibal MacLeish
Why it was wonderful: Why, all At once there were leaves, Leaves at the end of a dry Stick, small, alive Leaves out of wood. It was Wonderful, You can’t imagine. They came By the wood path And the earth loosened, the Earth Relaxed, there were Flowers Out of the earth! Think of it! And […]
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. […]
An excerpt from Windy City by Carl Sandburg
Put the city up; tear the city down; put it up again; let us find a city. Let us remember the little violet-eyed man who gave all, praying, “Dig and dream, dream and hammer, till your city comes.” Every day the people sleep and the city dies; every day the people shake loose, awake and […]
Wind by Ryan Leddy
As the wind sways slowly through the trees I play with the wind And it plays with me. The cool summer breeze touches my face And then the wind slowly fades away Carrying a faint laugh that I want to hear Again.
Winter by Greta Crosby
Let us not wish away the winter. It is a season it itself, Not simply the way to spring. When trees rest, growing no leaves, gathering no light, They let in sky and trace themselves delicately against dawns and sunsets. The clarity and brilliance of the winter sky delight. The loom of fog softens edges, […]
Winter by Rev. Frank Hall
Suddenly, or so it seems, Snow, or the threat of a storm — Winter sleep… Then waking to see the new snow Fresh, clean, marveling at the whitewashed world; the snow Covering everything, painting bare brown branches Evergreens etched in white Earth, with a soft, silent winter blanket. Winter coat, woolen hat, gloves and scarf […]
Winter Meditation by Denise Levertov
The bare trees have made up their seed bundles. They are ready now. The warm brown light pauses briefly, shrugs and moves on. They are ready now to play dead for a while. I, human, have not as yet devised how to obtain such privilege. Their spring will find them rested. I and my kind […]
With Thanks to the Field Sparrow, Whose Voice is so Delicate and Humble by Mary Oliver
I do not live happily or comfortably With the cleverness of our times. The talk is all about computers, The news is all about bombs and blood. This morning, in the fresh field, I came upon a hidden nest. It held four warm, speckled eggs. I touched them. Then went away softly, Having felt something […]