Poetry Corner

My mother used to have a poetry corner in our house. She would hang her favorite verses there for us to read.

So enjoy a session of Poetry Corner, here are some of my favorites.



We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows
-Robert Frost

Oh, yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final end of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;

That nothing walks with aimless feet;
That not one life shall be destroy'd,
Or cast as rubbish to the void,
When God hath made the pile complete;

That not a worm is cloven in vain;
That not a moth with vain desire
Is shrivell'd in a fruitless fire,
Or but subserves another's gain.

Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last - far off - at last, to all,
And every winter change to spring.

So runs my dream: but what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light:
And with no language by a cry.
In Memoriam 54, Alfred Lord Tennyson

My life closed twice before its close;
    It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
    A third event to me
So huge, so hopeless conceive,
    As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
    And all we need of hell.
-Emily Dickinson