Irish Blessings
Walls for the wind And a roof for the rain, And drinks by the fire. Laughter to cheer you And those you love near you And all that your heart my desire! from the book ~ Irish Blessings Continue reading Irish Blessings
Category: Poets
Oscar Wilde | At Verona
AT VERONA by Oscar Wilde HOW steep the stairs within Kings’ houses are For exile-wearied feet as mine to tread, And O how salt and bitter is the bread Which falls from this Hound’s table,–better far That I had died in the red ways of war, Or that the gate of Florence bare my head, Than to live thus, by all things comraded Which seek … Continue reading Oscar Wilde | At Verona
Poets on Sunday | Langston Hughes
IN TIME OF SILVER RAIN by Langston Hughes In time of silver rain The earth puts forth new life again, Green grasses grow And flowers lift their heads, And over all the plain The wonder spreads Of Life, Of Life, Of life! In time of silver rain The butterflies lift silken wings To catch a rainbow cry, And trees put forth new leaves to sing … Continue reading Poets on Sunday | Langston Hughes
Poets on Sunday: Keats
from ‘Bards of Passion and of Mirth, written on the Blank Page before Beaumont and Fletcher’s Tragi-Comedy ‘The Fair Maid of the Inn’ ‘ by John Keats Thus ye live on high, and then On the earth ye live again; And the souls ye left behind you Teach us, here, the way to find you, Where your other souls are joying, Never slumber’d, never cloying. … Continue reading Poets on Sunday: Keats
A Blessing for Sunday
“Does It Pay” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox If one poor burdened toiler o’er life’s road, Who meets us by the way, Goes on less conscious of his galling load, Then life indeed, does pay. If we can show one troubled heart the gain, That lies alway in loss, Why, then, we too, are paid for all the pain Of bearing life’s hard cross. If some … Continue reading A Blessing for Sunday
A Blessing a Sunday
Interior Portrait by Rainer Maria Rilke You don’t survive in me because of memories; nor are you mine because of a lovely longing’s strength. What does make you present is the ardent detour that a slow tenderness traces in my blood. I do not need to see you appear; being born sufficed for me to lose you a little less. Continue reading A Blessing a Sunday
A Blessing for Sunday
THE ROUND by Stanley Kunitz Light splashed this morning on the shell-pink anemones swaying on their tall stems; down blue-spiked veronica light flowed in rivulets over the humps of the honeybees; this morning I saw light kiss the silk of the roses in their second flowering, my late bloomers flushed with their brandy A curious gladness shook me. So I have shut the door of … Continue reading A Blessing for Sunday
A Blessing for Sunday
May you have the hindsight to know where you’ve been, The foresight to know where you’re going, And the insight to know when you’re going to far! Irish Blessings Continue reading A Blessing for Sunday
Blessing for Sunday
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞ MAY YOUR HOME ALWAYS BE TOO SMALL TO HOLD ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS. ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞ Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
Blessing for Sunday
When Irish eyes are smiling, Sure it’s like a morning spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter You can hear the angels sing. When Irish hearts are happy, All the world seems bright and gay. And when Irish eyes are smiling, They’ll steal your heart away! [Traditional Irish Folk Song] CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
Blessing for Sunday
It’s easy to be pleasant When life flows by like a song. But the man worthwhile is the one who can smile When everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble, And it always comes with years. And the smile that is worth the praises of earth Is the smile that shines through the tears. CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
Blessing for Sunday
May you have warm words on a cold evening, A Full Moon on a dark night, And the road downhill all the way to your door. CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
Blessing For Sunday
If Ever I’m A Money’d Man, I Mean, Please God, To Cast My Golden Anchor In the Place Where Youthful Years Were Pass’d Though Heads That Bow Are Black and Brown Must Meanwhile Gather Grey New Faces Rise By Every Hearth, And Old Ones Drop Away — Yet Dearer Still That Irish Hill Than All the World Beside; It’s Home, Sweet Home, Where’er I Roam, … Continue reading Blessing For Sunday
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