“I Am” is a poem written by English poet John Carre in late 1844 or 1845 and published in 1843. It was composed when Carre was in the Northampton General Lunatic Asylum, isolated by his mental illness from his family and friends. ” I Am!” I am – yet what Read more…
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes. I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration Of green fires lit on the Read more…
No longer mourn for me when I dead / Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell / warning to the world that I am fled / From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell. / Nay, if you read this line, remember not / The hand that writ Read more…
Being your slave, what should I do but tend / Upon the hours and times of your desire; / I have no precious time at all to spend, / Nor services to do, till you require. / Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour / Whilst I, my sovereign, watch Read more…
Let not my love be call’d idolatry, / Nor my beloved as an idol show, / Since all alike my songs and praises be / To one, of one, still such and ever so. / Kind is my love today, to-morrow kind, / Still constant in a wondrous excellence; /Therefore Read more…
I was hungry and you formed a humanities club and discussed my hunger. I was imprisoned and you crept off quietly to your chapel and prayed for my release. I was naked and in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance. I was sick and you knelt and Read more…
The Piece of Wild Things… When despair for the world grows in me And I wake up in the night at the least sound In fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on Read more…
Meow, I lay me down to sleep I pray my bowl is full and dep If I should rise before you wake, I will start to meow’ Make no mistake