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Today’s Poem: Bird by Pablo Neruda

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Bird

Pablo Neruda

It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air –
and there, night came in.

When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography –
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.

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Today’s Poem: Before Sunrise by George Traki

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Before Sunrise

George Traki

In the dark many bird voices call,

The trees and the springs murmur noisily,

In the clouds a rose-colored glow sounds

Like early love’s distress. The night blues away –

With shy hands the twilight softly polishes

The love lair, feverishly stirred up,

And lets the drunkenness of languished kisses end

In dreams, smiling and felt half-awake.

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Today’s Poem: For My Children by Eberhard Arnold

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For My Children

Eberhard Arnold

See how the bee-people swarm together –
what perfect oneness they display!
They build and serve and work as one.
With “mine” and “thine” they do away.

When they return to nurse their young,
then, too, they are completely one.
They share the harvest of each blossom,
and none lives for himself alone.

Bees know the impulse of true oneness –
a wondrous sign of community.
A people of love, they toil as one,
and none is left out of their unity.

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Today’s Poem: Morning Song by Sylvia Plath

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Morning Song

Sylvia Plath

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival.  New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety.  We stand round blankly as walls.

I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses.  I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s.  The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars.  And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.

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Today’s Poem: I Am Gentle With You by Halina Poswiatowska

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I Am Gentle With You

Halina Poswiatowska

I am gentle with you
as with bees
the sharp smell of flowers
I am kind to you
as to the bird’s tired wings
a swinging branch
as gold
I fall on your lids
with a smile
I chase away thoughts – stinging wasps
this night
has given you to me
the vast night
with my hair strewn in disorder over canvass
you are
clear like the moon
you shine
in my cold sky
I pray to you
what religion is this
where they worship the lips
of the curved god of dawns
ah religion
magnificent blasphemers
we are to one another
a closed four-cornered world

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Today’s Poem: Greenness by Angela Weld Grimke

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Greenness

Angela Weld Grimke

Tell me is there anything lovelier, 
Anything more quieting 
Than the green of little blades of grass 
And the green of little leaves?  

Is not each leaf a cool green hand, 
Is not each blade of grass a mothering green finger, 
Hushing the heart that beats and beats and beats?

Today’s Quote: A New Dawn Brings New Hope

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There is a day of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night;
And grief may hide an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light. ~ William C. Bryant

Today’s Poem: Prayer by Piet Hein

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Prayer

Piet Hein

Sun that givest all things birth
Shine on everything on earth!

If that’s too much to demand
Shine at least on this our land!

If even that’s too much for thee
Shine at any rate on me.

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Today’s Poem: A Star by Patrick Kavanagh

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A Star

Patrick Kavanagh

Beauty was that
    Far vanished flame,
    Call it a star
    Wanting better name.

    And gaze and gaze
    Vaguely until
    Nothing is left
    Save a grey ghost-hill.

    Here wait I
    On the world’s rim
    Stretching out hands
    To Seraphim.

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Today’s Thought: Three Cheers for Rainy Days

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I’m writing this post as a thunderstorm is rolling through. Rain is welcomed whenever it shows up in south Texas. The hot season will settle in soon and it will be dry for a while. It’s not something we give much thought to, but where would we be without rain? Life would be impossible. I’ve always liked rain. As a kid I’d run outside and splash in the puddles. I think I was more than a handful for my mom. Later in life I enjoyed running in the rain, I preferred a warm rain, but what are you going to do when you are living in a cold climate. Rain makes my grass green, my shishito pepper plants look healthy, and my flowering plants are showing off. Three cheers for rain. I think I’ll schedule this post and go outside and stand in the rain for a few minutes.

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