Category: Poetry

New Every Morning by Susan Coolidge Every morning is a fresh beginning, Listen my soul to the glad refrain. And, spite of old sorrows And older sinning, Troubles forecasted And possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again.

He Attempts to Love His Neighbours by Alden Nowlan My neighbours do not wish to be loved. They have made it clear that they prefer to go peacefully about their business and want me to do the same. This ought…

“Books” by Billy Collins, from Sailing Alone Around the Room From the heart of this dark, evacuated campus I can hear the library humming in the night, a choir of authors murmuring inside their books along the unlit, alphabetical shelves,…

Thanks to hopeevey for the pointer to this poem. The Journey by Mary Oliver One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice — though the whole…

My mother gives me her recipe by Marge Piercy Take some flour. Oh, I don’t know, like two-three cups, and you cut in the butter. Now some women they make it with shortening, but I say butter, even though that…

From The Writer’s Almanac for today. Nostalgia by Billy Collins, from Sailing Alone Around the Room Remember the 1340s? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the decade, and I was…