April is National Poetry month, so here is a haiku, written by me:
Forget Em and Ed*
Here are seven new poets
Please enjoy their poems**
*Emily Dickinson and Edgar Allen Poe
**I’m sorry my haiku didn’t rhyme
Emily Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/68/Elizabeth_Barrett_Browning.jpg
The Deserted Garden
“I MIND me in the days departed,
How often underneath the sun
With childish bounds I used to run
To a garden long deserted.
The beds and walks were vanish’d quite; 5
And wheresoe’er had struck the spade,
The greenest grasses Nature laid,
To sanctify her right.”
Lord George Byron (1788-1824)
She Walks in Beauty
“She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.”
Thomas Hood (1799-1845)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Hood#/media/File:Thomas_Hood_from_NPG.jpg
Autumn
“I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;—
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright
With tangled gossamer that fell by night,
Pearling his coronet of golden corn.”
Emma Lazarus (1849-1887)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emma_Lazarus#/media/File:Emma_Lazarus.jpg
The New Colossus
“Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.”
Gabriela Mistral (1889-1957)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gabriela_Mistral#/media/File:Gabriela_Mistral-01.jpg
Pine Forest
“The night watches over its creatures,
except for the pine trees that never change:
the old wounded springs that spring
blessed gum, eternal afternoons.
If they could, the trees would lift you
and carry you from valley to valley,
and you would pass from arm to arm,
a child running
from father to father.”
Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rainer_Maria_Rilke#/media/File:Rainer_Maria_Rilke,_1900.jpg
Sunset
“Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.
leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs”
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
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I Am Not Yours
“I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.”
Source: https://www.poetrysoup.com/famous/poets/best_poets_all_time.aspx