Poem of the day

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Poem of the day-178: Hope by Emily Dickinson

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Poem of the day-176: The World is Too much with Us by Wordsworth

Shakespeare's Sonnets-38:

Shakespeare Sonnet-a-Day
Sonnet 147

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

Poem of the day-175: Fame is a fickle food (1659) by Emily Dickinson

Fame is a fickle food 

by Emily Dickinson

Fame is a fickle food 

Upon a shifting plate

Whose table once a 

Guest but not 

The second time is set. 

Whose crumbs the crows inspect 

And with ironic caw 

Flap past it to the Farmer's Corn – 

Men eat of it and die.

Courtesy:  Poets.org

Poem of the day-174: Love and Sorrow by Tennyson

Love and Sorrow –

Poem by Tennyson

O maiden, fresher than the first green leaf

With which the fearful springtide flecks the lea,

Weep not, Almeida, that I said to thee

That thou hast half my heart, for bitter grief

Doth hold the other half in sovranty.

Thou art my heart's sun in love's crystalline:

Yet on both sides at once thou canst not shine:

Thine is the bright side of my heart, and thine

My heart's day, but the shadow of my heart,

Issue of its own substance, my heart's night

Thou canst not lighten even with thy light,

All powerful in beauty as thou art.

Almeida, if my heart were substanceless,

Then might thy rays pass thro' to the other side,

So swiftly, that they nowhere would abide,

But lose themselves in utter emptiness.

Half-light, half-shadow, let my spirit sleep

They never learnt to love who never knew to weep.