100 Day Project – Days 95 and 96
DAY 95 (August 13th, 2017) The Heart has narrow Banks The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony Till Hurr...
DAY 95 (August 13th, 2017) The Heart has narrow Banks The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony Till Hurr...
DAY 93 (August 11th, 2017) Poetry And it was at that age . . . poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from w...
DAY 91 (August 9th, 2017) Ah! Sun-flower Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the travel...
DAY 89 (August 7th, 2017) To the Moon [fragment] Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing Heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering comp...
DAY 87 (August 5th, 2017) A Shropshire Lad XXXV: On the idle hill of summer On the idle hill of summer, Sleepy with the flow of streams, Far I hear ...
DAY 85 (August 3rd, 2017) For Each Ecstatic Instant For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. For each belove...
DAY 83 (August 1st, 2017) From the Book of Hours I am praying again, Awesome One. You hear me again, as words from the depths of me rush toward you in the wind....
DAY 81 (July 30th, 2017) A Day Like Any Other Such insignificance: a glance at your record on the doctor’s desk or a letter not meant for you. How could y...
DAY 79 (July 28th, 2017) The City You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore, find another city better than this one. Whatever I try...
DAY 77 (July 26th, 2017) A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries Are forever lost to me...