Friday, May 20, 2011

A Dream Within a Dream- E. A. P

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow--

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.



I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand--

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep--while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Kind Deeds

Little drops of water,
 Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean,
 And the pleasant land.

This the little minutes,
 Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
 Of eternity.

Little deeds of kindness,
 Little words of love,
Make this earth an Eden
 Like the heaven above.
-Isaac Watts

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nothing Gold Can Stay


Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

(I had never read this beautiful poem until my birthday...when an amazing friend bought me a poetry book-this was the first page- love it! :)

Thursday, March 24, 2011

There is another sky...

There is another sky by Emily Dickinson


There is another sky,
er serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Social Anxiety

The closed, locked door,
The cold, hard floor,
I know I've been here before.

I hear the noise,
The dreadful voice,
It seems I do not have a choice.

You don't understand.
You can't comprehend
The things that haunt me deep within.