Monday poem

 Love

My river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?

My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!

I ’ll fetch thee brooks

From spotted nooks,—

Say, sea,

Take me!


Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)

                                               From Jane Campion's movie "Bright Star"

Poetry April

WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONOMER
by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

HEN I heard the learn'd astronomer,

When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,

When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,

When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,

How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,

Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,

In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,

Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.