Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. Which Are You? Ella Wheeler Wilcox THERE are two kinds of people on earth to-day; Just two kinds of people, no more, I say. Not the sinner and saint, for it's well understood, The good are half bad, and the bad are half good. Not the rich and the poor, for to rate a man's … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: The Coming American by Sam Walter Foss
November 13, 2011 by 1 Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. The Coming American Sam Walter Foss Bring me men to match my mountains; Bring me men to match my plains, -- Men with empires in their purpose, And new eras in their brains. Bring me men to match my praries, Men to match my inland seas, Men whose thought shall pave a highway Up to ampler … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: What to Remember When Waking by David Whyte
November 6, 2011 by Leave a Comment
Immerse yourself in the Sunday Poem archives here. What to Remember When Waking David Whyte In that first hardly noticed moment to which you wake, coming back to this life from the other more secret, moveable and frighteningly honest world where everything began, there is a small opening into the new day which closes the … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry
October 9, 2011 by Leave a Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front Wendell Berry Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your neighbors and to die. And you will have a window in your head. Not even your future will be a mystery any more. Your mind … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: A Walk by Rainer Maria Rilke
October 2, 2011 by Leave a Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. A Walk Rainer Maria Rilke My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance- and charges us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are; a … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: A man saw a ball of gold in the sky; by Stephen Crane
September 25, 2011 by Leave a Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. A man saw a ball of gold in the sky; Stephen Crane A man saw a ball of gold in the sky; He climbed for it, And eventually he achieved it – It was clay. Now this is the strange part: When the man went to the earth And looked again, Lo, there was a ball of gold. Now this is the strange part: It was a … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: The Life of a Day by Tom Hennen
September 18, 2011 by Leave a Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. The Life of a Day Tom Hennen Like people or dogs, each day is unique and has its own personality quirks which can easily be seen if you look closely. But there are so few days as compared to people, not to mention dogs, that it would be surprising if a day were not a hundred times more interesting than most … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
September 11, 2011 by Leave a Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. In a Dark Time Theodore Roethke In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood-- A lord of nature weeping to a tree, I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. What's madness but … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: On Being Extravagant by Henry David Thoreau
February 13, 2011 by Leave a Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. On Being Extravagant Henry David Thoreau I fear chiefly lest my expression may not be extra-vagant enough, may not wander far enough beyond the narrow limits of my daily experience, so as to be adequate to the truth of which I have been convinced. Extra vagance! it depends on how you are … [Read more...]
Sunday Poem: Songs are Thoughts by Orpingalik
February 6, 2011 by Leave a Comment
Explore the Sunday Poem archives here. Songs are Thoughts Orpingalik, Netsilik Eskimo Songs are thoughts, sung out with the breath when people are moved by great forces and ordinary speech no longer suffices. Man is moved just like the ice floe sailing here and there out in the current. His thoughts are driven by a flowing force when he … [Read more...]
