I saw this button on the sidebar of Leah's blog, The Octagon , and clicked. Pass on a poem gives you a new poem each week, plus access to an online anthology searchable by author, text, or category.
This week's poem:
By William Carlos Williams
Still I bring flowers,
Although you fling them at my feet,
Until none stays that is not struck across with wounds,
Flowers and flowers,
That you may break them utterly,
As you have always done.
Sure happily I still bring flowers,
Knowing how all are crumpled in your praise
And may not live to speak a lesser thing.
Still I bring flowers.
A search by author gave me this:
NODby Walter de la Mare
Softly along the road of evening,
In a twilight dim with rose,
Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew,
Old Nod, the shepherd goes.
His drowsy flocks stream on before him,
Their fleeces charged with gold,
To where the sun's last beams leans low
On Nod the shepherd's fold.
The hedge is quick and green with briar,
From their sand the conies creep;
And all the birds that fly in heaven
Flock singing home to sleep.
His lambs outnumber a noon's roses,
Yet, when night's shadows fall,
His blind old sheep-dog, Slumber-soon,
Misses not one at all.
The waters of no-more-pain,
His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars
"Rest, rest, and rest again"