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Calm is All Nature as a Resting Wheel ~ A Poem by William Wordsworth

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Calm is All Nature as a Resting Wheel

William Wordsworth

Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal:
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal
O’er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal
That grief for which the senses still supply
Fresh food; for only then, when memory
Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain;
Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel
The officious touch that makes me droop again.

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Clearing at Dawn ~ A Poem by Li Po

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Clearing at Dawn

Li Po

The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped;
The colours of Spring teem on every side.
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing thrushes the green boughs droop.
The flowers of the field have dabbled their powdered cheeks;
The mountain grasses are bent level at the waist.
By the bamboo stream the last fragment of cloud
Blown by the wind slowly scatters away.

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Spring by Celia Laighton Thaxter

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Spring

Celia Laighton Thaxter

The alder by the river
 Shakes out her powdery curls;
The willow buds in silver
 For little boys and girls.

The little birds fly over
 And oh, how sweet they sing!
To tell the happy children
 That once again ’tis spring.

The gay green grass comes creeping
 So soft beneath their feet;
The frogs begin to ripple
 A music clear and sweet.

And buttercups are coming,
 And scarlet columbine,
And in the sunny meadows
 The dandelions shine.

And just as many daisies
 As their soft hands can hold
The little ones may gather,
 All fair in white and gold.

Here blows the warm red clover,
 There peeps the violet blue;
O happy little children!
 God made them all for you.

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Brimming Water ~ A Poem by Du Fu

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Brimming Water

Du Fu

Under my feet the moon
Glides along the river.
Near midnight, a gusty lantern
Shines in the heart of night.
Along the sandbars flocks
Of white egrets roost,
Each one clenched like a fist.
In the wake of my barge
The fish leap, cut the water,
And dive and splash.

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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: Fragment: A Wanderer by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Fragment: A Wanderer

Percy Bysshe Shelley

He wanders, like a day-appearing dream,
Through the dim wildernesses of the mind;
Through desert woods and tracts, which seem
Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined.

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Today’s Poem: here’s to opening and upward by e. e. cummings

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here’s to opening and upward

e. e. cummings

here’s to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap
and to your(in my arms flowering so new)
self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain

and here’s to silent certainly mountains;and to
a disappearing poet of always,snow
and to morning;and to morning’s beautiful friend
twilight(and a first dream called ocean)and

let must or if be damned with whomever’s afraid
down with ought with because with every brain
which thinks it thinks,nor dares to feel(but up
with joy;and up with laughing and drunkenness)

here’s to one undiscoverable guess
of whose mad skill each world of blood is made
(whose fatal songs are moving in the moon

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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 Quote: Beauty & Wonder Surround Us

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I believe the world is incomprehensibly beautiful – an endless prospect of magic and wonder. ~ Ansel Adams

Today’s Poem: And Thou Art One by Pat O’Cotter

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And Thou Art One

Pat O’Cotter

And Thou art One–One with th’ eternal hills,
And with the flaming stars, and with the moon,
Translucent, cold. The sentinel of noon
That clothes the sky in robes of light and fills
The earth with warmth, the flowering fields, the rills,
The waving trees, the south wind’s elfin rune,
Are One with Thee. All nature is in tune
With Thee, O Father, God–and if one wills
To humbly walk the fragrant, leaf-strewn path
And kneel in reverence ‘neath the vaulted sky,
Hearing the hymnals of the waving trees
And prayers of the soughing winds–what hath
He less of heaven in him than we, who cry,
“God in our creeds doth dwell and not in these?”

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