POEMS Fireflies in the Garden by You are the moon, dear
Robert Frost one, and I the sea.
Stars by Martha Lavinia
Hoffman Here come real stars to fill Winter Song by Wilfred
the upper skies, Owen
There are stars so high
above us, And here on earth come The browns, the olives, and
emulating flies, the yellows died,
In the gardens of the skies,
That though they never And were swept up to
That to reach them angel
equal stars in size, heaven; where they glowed
pinions
(And they were never really Each dawn and set of sun
Must be given us to rise;
stars at heart) till Christmastide,
There are little stars around
Achieve at times a very And when the land lay pale
us,
star-like start. for them, pale-snowed,
Twinkling in the dewy grass,
Only, of course, they can't Fell back, and down the
That we may gather, sustain the part. snow-drifts flamed and
twining flowed.
Wreaths and garlands as From off your face, into the
The snow is melting by
we pass; winds of winter,
Kobayashi Issa
Then shall we scorn these The sun-brown and the
The snow is melting
lower stars, summer-gold are blowing;
and the village is flooded
Nor heed what they may But they shall gleam with
teach, with children. spiritual glinter,
Because the stars above us Moon And Sea by Ella When paler beauty on your
Wheeler Wilcox brows falls snowing,
Are too high for us to
reach? You are the moon, dear And through those snows
love, and I the sea: my looks shall be soft-
We may wreathe earth's going.
common blossoms The tide of hope swells high
within my breast,
Into crowns of light and
love, And hides the rough dark Falling Stars by Rainer
rocks of life’s unrest Maria Rilke
Though we may not climb
to gather When your fond eyes smile Do you remember still the
near in perigee. falling stars
Those higher stars above.
But when that loving face is that like swift horses
turned from me, through the heavens raced
Low falls the tide, and the and suddenly leaped across
grim rocks appear, the hurdles
And earth’s dim coast-line of our wishes--do you
seems a thing to fear. recall? And we
did make so many! For
there were countless
numbers
of stars: each time we
looked above we were
astounded by the swiftness
of their daring play,
while in our hearts we felt
safe and secure
watching these brilliant
bodies disintegrate,
knowing somehow we had
survived their fall.
Places among the stars by Does it stink like rotten Thy end is truth's and
Stephen Crane meat? beauty's doom and date.
Places among the stars, Or crust and sugar over--
Soft gardens near the sun, like a syrupy sweet? Day Moon by Raymond A.
Foss
Keep your distant beauty; Maybe it just sags
Over the tree line
Shed no beams upon my like a heavy load.
weak heart. Under the blue
Or does it explode?
Since she is here Powerless ghost
Sonnet 14: Not from the
In a place of blackness, stars do I my judgement Servant of day
pluck by William
Not your golden days
Shakespeare
Nor your silver nights A leaf pressed under waxed
Not from the stars do I my
paper
Can call me to you. judgement pluck,
Muted and flat
Since she is here And yet methinks I have
astronomy— Hung on the sky
In a place of blackness,
But not to tell of good or Waiting for night
Here I stay and wait evil luck,
The Moon by Robert Louis
Stars by A. E. Housman Of plagues, of dearths, or Stevenson
Stars, I have seen them fall, seasons' quality;
The moon has a face like
But when they drop and die Nor can I fortune to brief the clock in the hall;
minutes tell,
No star is lost at all She shines on thieves on the
'Pointing to each his garden wall,
From all the star-sown sky. thunder, rain, and wind,
On streets and fields and
The toil of all that be Or say with princes if it shall harbour quays,
Helps not the primal fault; go well
And birdies asleep in the
It rains into the sea, By oft predict that I in forks of the trees.
heaven find.
And still the sea is salt. The squalling cat and the
But from thine eyes my squeaking mouse,
Dream Deferred by knowledge I derive,
Langston Hughes The howling dog by the
And, constant stars, in them door of the house,
What happens to a dream I read such art
deferred? The bat that lies in bed at
As truth and beauty shall noon,
Does it dry up together thrive
All love to be out by the
Like a raisin in the sun? If from thy self to store thou light of the moon.
wouldst convert;
Or fester like a sore-- But all of the things that
Or else of thee this I belong to the day
And then run?
prognosticate:
Cuddle to sleep to be out of Viol-strings broken;
her way;
They had made me sad so Null the words spoken
And flowers and children often;
In speeches of rueing,
close their eyes
Not now they made me sad;
The night cloud is hueing,
Till up in the morning the
My heart was full of sorrow
sun shall arise. To-morrow shines soon -
For joy it never had.
In the Black Forest by Amy Shines soon!
Levy
I lay beneath the pine trees, Song of Hope by Thomas
Hardy
And looked aloft, where,
through O sweet To-morrow! -
The dusky, clustered tree- After to-day
tops,
There will away
Gleamed rent, gay rifts of
blue. This sense of sorrow.
Then let us borrow
I shut my eyes, and a fancy Hope, for a gleaming
Fluttered my sense around: Soon will be streaming,
"I lie here dead and buried, Dimmed by no gray -
And this is churchyard No gray!
ground.
While the winds wing us
"I am at rest for ever; Sighs from The Gone,
Ended the stress and strife." Nearer to dawn
Straight I fell to and Minute-beats bring us;
sorrowed
When there will sing us
For the pitiful past life.
Larks of a glory
Waiting our story
Right wronged, and
knowledge wasted; Further anon -
Wise labour spurned for Anon!
ease;
The sloth and the sin and Doff the black token,
the failure;
Don the red shoon,
Did I grow sad for these?
Right and retune
a neat latin word for you
guys: noctivagus,
wandering in the night,
used by lucretius to describe
what appears to be the
stars and by vergil to
describe diana’s chariot
another cool word in that
vein is nemorivagus, forest-
wandering
And, of course, montivagus,
mountain-roaming,
wandering over mountains.
