Saturday, May 4, 2024

Poem: May Night

The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.

Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing--
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.

            Sara Teasdale 

 

 

 

 

at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)
  • Familiar regrets
    In 2012, Australian caregiver Bronnie Ware wrote a book about her experiences in palliative care. There were five regrets that dying people ...
  • Happiness
    Happiness is holding someone in your arms                 and knowing you hold the whole world.                                    Orhan Pa...
  • A big step toward justice
    No one meaningful Civil Rights Bill — no bill with effective enforcement teeth in it—had been passed since 1875. Not since Reconstruction. S...