“Lord, help thine own, we humbly cry, For evil doth abound, And sin and vanity and pride On every side are found. Look down
Tag: Poetry
I Sit And Look Out
A poem by Walt Whitman brings to our attention the oppression, ill-treatment, and cruelties that people inflict on each other. The narrator acknowledges the sufferings
Give Me A Minute – How To Read Poetry
I’m not an expert at reading poetry, and like many of you, I find some poems impossible to understand. But there are techniques for reading
Albert
Like the hands of a clock, Stuck in time, Is the birth of an unloved Child. A petal pushes through,
Into The Night
The stifling summer, oppressive at Night. Windows raised, to displace the Heat. A fan blows, it helps me to Sleep. § But an open window,
Measure Your Life
THE MEASURE OF A LIFE How do you measure, the length of one’s days? The passage of time, slipping away. Some say wealth, and how
