Representative Poetry Online
On this day: June 12th
Random Poem of the Day
1Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree.
2The balmy air of spring whispers through the sweet grass,
4But thou grievest, while my soul lies rapturous
6Go to the good heart that is my husband,
7Who broods upon what he calls our guilty love: --
8Tell him that my love for you, no less than my love for him
9Wrought out my destiny -- that through the flesh
10I won spirit, and through spirit, peace.
11There is no marriage in heaven,
12But there is love.
Notes
3] whippoorwill: a bird also named the nocturnal goatsucker. Back to Line
5] Nirvana: Buddhist state of ultimate happiness, realized through the elimination of desire and selfhood. Back to Line