One Art  by ELIZABETH BISHOP The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice […]

Astonishment by Wizlawa Szymborska   Why after all this one and not the rest? Why this specific self, not in a nest, but a house? Sewn up not in scales, but skin? Not topped off by a leaf, but by a face? Why on earth now, on Tuesday of all days, and why on earth, pinned down […]

Devotion, By Robert Frost The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to ocean – Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.

  West Running Brook, By Robert Frost ‘Fred, where is north?’ ‘North? North is there, my love. The brook runs west.’ ‘West-running Brook then call it.’ (West-Running Brook men call it to this day.) ‘What does it think it’s doing running west When all the other country brooks flow east To reach the ocean? It […]