POEM OF THE DAY: MORNING – FRANK O’HARA

Morning

I’ve got to tell you
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death

in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe

chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow

At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes

I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine

although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you’d be proud of

the parking lot is
crowded and I stand
rattling my keys the car
is empty as a bicycle

what are you doing now
where did you eat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it

is difficult to think
of you without me in
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone

Last night the stars
were numerous and today
snow is their calling
card I’ll not be cordial

there is nothing that
distracts me music is
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is

when you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go

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POEM OF THE DAY: Frank O’Hara

       ANIMALS

Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth

it’s no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners

the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn’t need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water

I wouldn’t want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days

[1950]

POEM OF THE DAY: CAROL ANN DUFFY- Valentine

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.

Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

Carol Ann Duffy

POEM OF THE DAY: WALT WHITMAN- O’ Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Walt Whitman

POEM OF THE DAY: E.E CUMMINGS- You Are Tired (I Think)

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart

While the moon comes out of the sea

 

e.e cummings .

QUOTES OF THE DAY: TED HUGHES

“Nobody wanted your dance,
Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering
Drowning life and your effort to save yourself,
Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil,
Looking for something to give.”
― Ted Hughes Birthday Letters

“The dreamer in her
Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it.
That moment the dreamer in me
Fell in love with her and I knew it”
– Ted Hughes Birthday Letters

Imagine what you are writing about.
See it and live it. Do not think it up laboriously, as if you were working out mental arithmetic.
Just look at it, touch it, smell it, listen to it, turn yourself into it.
When you do this, the words look after themselves, like magic.”
― Ted Hughes Poetry in the Making: An Anthology

“And you will never know what a battle
I fought to keep the meaning of my words
Solid with the world we were making.”
– Ted Hughes Birthday Letters  

“Your temples, where the hair crowded in,
Were the tender place. Once to check
I dropped a file across the electrodes
of a twelve-volt battery — it exploded
Like a grenade. Somebody wired you up.
Somebody pushed the lever. They crashed
The thunderbolt into your skull.
In their bleached coats, with blenched faces,
They hovered again
To see how you were, in your straps.
Whether your teeth were still whole.
The hand on the calibrated lever
Again feeling nothing
Except feeling nothing pushed to feel
Some squirm of sensation. Terror
Was the cloud of you
Waiting for these lightnings. I saw
An oak limb sheared at a bang.
You your Daddy’s leg. How many seizures
Did you suffer this god to grab you
By the roots of the hair? The reports
Escaped back into clouds. What went up
Vaporized? Where lightning rods wept copper
And the nerve threw off its skin
Like a burning child
Scampering out of the bomb-flash. They dropped you
A rigid bent bit of wire
Across the Boston City grid. The lights
In the Senate House dipped
As your voice dived inwards
Right through the bolt-hole basement.
Came up, years later,
Over-exposed, like an X-ray —
Brain-map still dark-patched
With the scorched-earth scars
Of your retreat. And your words,
Faces reversed from the light,
Holding in their entrails. ”
– Ted Hughes The Tender Place from Birthday Letters – 1998

QUOTES OF TODAY: WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

‘The earth has music for those who listen.’

‘The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch. Which hurts and is desired.’

‘Love me or hate me, both are in my favour.
If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart.
If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.’

‘And his unkindness may defeat my life, but never taint my love.’ (Othello)

‘You have witchcraft in your lips.’

‘For she had eyes and chose me.’

‘It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.’

‘She was false as water.’

‘I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed.’

‘Have more than you show, speak less than you know.’

‘I would not wish any companion in the world but you.’

‘My heart is ever at your service.’

‘To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days.’

‘When I saw you, I fell in love and you smiled because you knew.’

‘I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all.’

‘I do love nothing in the world as well as you: is not that strange?’

 

QUOTE OF THE DAY: ALL THE BRIGHT PLACES EDITION (JENNIFER NIVEN)

‘The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.’ THEODORE FINCH

‘Never bullshit a bullshitter.’  THEODORE FINCH

‘I have this feeling, like I’m waiting for something. But I have no idea what.’  VIOLET MARKEY

‘I learned that there is good in this world, if you look hard enough for it. I learned that not everyone is disappointing, including me, and that a 1,257 bump in the ground can feel higher than a bell tower if you’re standing next to the right person.’  THEODORE FINCH

‘No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.’  VIOLET MARKEY

‘Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It’s hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I feel the need to say something grand and poetic, but the only thing I come up with is “It’s lovely.’  VIOLET MARKEY

‘I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.’  THEODORE FINCH

‘What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.’  VIOLET MARKEY

‘Gentlemen are rare. They’re like virgins or leprechauns.’  BRENDA SHANK-KRAVITZ

‘You have to live your life like you’ll never be sorry. It’s easier just to do the right thing from the start so there’s nothing to apologize for.’  THEODORE FINCH

‘There are no rules, because life is made up of too many rules as it is.’ THEODORE FINCH

‘I should mention that I am a brilliant deflector. So brilliant that I could get a full scholarship to college and major in it, except why bother? I’ve already mastered the art’  THEODORE FINCH

‘If only world leaders would get laid well and regularly, the world’s problems might disappear.’  THEODORE FINCH

‘First things first, I need to know how you feel about space travel and Chinese food.’  THEODORE FINCH

‘It was just a smile.’  VIOLET MARKEY

‘I’ve learned the hard way that the best thing to do is say nothing about what you’re really thinking. If you say nothing, they’ll assume you’re thinking nothing, only what you let them see.’  THEODORE FINCH

‘So it’s good and it’s bad and it hurts, but I like thinking about him. If I think about him, he won’t be completely gone either. Just because they’re dead, they don’t have to be. And neither do we.’  VIOLET MARKEY

‘I tread water on the surface under the wide, open sky and the sun and all that blue, which reminds me of Theodore Finch, just like everything else reminds me of him, and I think of my own epitaph, still to be written, and all the places I’ll wander. No longer rooted, but gold, flowing.’  VIOLET MARKEY

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QUOTE OF THE DAY: NEIL DEGRASSE TYSON

‘I look up at the night sky, and I know that yes we are part of this universe, we are in this universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up- many people feel small, cause their small and the universe is big. But I feel big because my atoms came from those stars.’

NEIL DEGRASSE TYSON

QUOTES OF THE DAY – SYLVIA PLATH EDITION

‘What did my hands do before they held you?’

– SYLVIA PLATH

‘And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.’

– SYLVIA PLATH

‘Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.’

– SYLVIA PLATH

‘Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.’

– SYLVIA PLATH

‘I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.’

– SYLVIA PLATH

‘I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.’

– SYLVIA PLATH

‘Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.’

– SYLVIA PLATH

‘How frail the human heart must be – a mirrored pool of thought.’

– SYLVIA PLATH

QUOTE OF THE DAY: JENNIFER NIVEN

‘I remember running down a road on my way to a nursery of flowers. I remember her smile and her laugh when I was my best self and she looked at me like I could do no wrong and was whole. I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn’t. I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me.’

JENNIFER NIVEN- ALL THE BRIGHT PLACES

I don’t normally do this for Quote of The Day posts, but I’d just like to recommend All The Bright Places to everyone reading this – it is a truly lovely book and Jennifer is a lovely person. ATBP will be coming to the big screen sometime in the next few years, with Jennifer writing the screenplay herself.

some of the images in this post belong to me, if you intend to use any of them please ask me to check, thanks!’

QUOTE OF THE DAY: ERNEST HEMINGWAY

‘All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.’

– ERNEST HEMINGWAY