May
Ina Donna Coolbrith (1841-1928) After the winter rain, Sing, robin! Sing, swallow! Grasses are in the lane, Buds and flowers will follow. Woods shall ring, blithe and gay, With bird-trill and twitter, Though the skies weep to-day, And the winds are bitter. Though deep call unto deep As calls the thunder, And white the billows leap The tempest under; Softly the waves shall come Up the long, bright beaches, With dainty, flowers of foam And tenderest speeches… After the wintry pain, And the long, long sorrow, Sing, heart!—for thee again Joy comes with the morrow.A Wish
Joshua Henry Jones,Jr. (?-1955) When your joys are of the sweetest And your heart is light and free; When your griefs are skimming fleetest, Love, one moment think of me. I’d not ask you to remember Me when life is dull and drear; When your hopes are but an ember From a cold and vanished year; Sorrow’s far too bleak a burden To retain in mem’ry’s hall. Friendship has no greater guerdon Than to happiness recall. So, when roses scent the twilight Air with ling’ring dew damp breath, Please remember me as eye-bright Faith remembers until death.Evadne
Hilda Doolittle (1916-1961) II first tasted under Apollo’s lips, love and love sweetness, I, Evadne; my hair is made of crisp violets or hyacinth which the wind combs back across some rock shelf; I, Evadne, was mate of the god of light. His hair was crisp to my mouth, as the flower of the crocus, across my cheek, cool as the silver-cress on Erotos bank; between my chin and throat, his mouth slipped over and over. Still between my arm and shoulder, I feel the brush of his hair, and my hands keep the gold they took, as they wandered over and over, that great arm-full of yellow flowers.Silence
Babette Deutsch (1895-1982) Silence with you is like the faint delicious Smile of a child asleep, in dreams unguessed: Only the hinted wonder of its dreaming, The soft, slow-breathing miracle of rest. Silence with you is like a kind departure From iron clangor and the engulfing crowd Into a wide and greenly barren meadow, Under the bloom of some blue-bosomed cloud; Or like one held upon the sands at evening, When the drawn tide rolls out, and the mixed light Of sea and sky enshrouds the far, wind-bellowed Sails that move darkly on the edge of night. More Poems @copyright 2025 InterPure
May
Ina Donna Coolbrith (1841-1928) After the winter rain, Sing, robin! Sing, swallow! Grasses are in the lane, Buds and flowers will follow. Woods shall ring, blithe and gay, With bird-trill and twitter, Though the skies weep to-day, And the winds are bitter. Though deep call unto deep As calls the thunder, And white the billows leap The tempest under; Softly the waves shall come Up the long, bright beaches, With dainty, flowers of foam And tenderest speeches… After the wintry pain, And the long, long sorrow, Sing, heart!—for thee again Joy comes with the morrow.A Wish
Joshua Henry Jones,Jr. (?-1955) When your joys are of the sweetest And your heart is light and free; When your griefs are skimming fleetest, Love, one moment think of me. I’d not ask you to remember Me when life is dull and drear; When your hopes are but an ember From a cold and vanished year; Sorrow’s far too bleak a burden To retain in mem’ry’s hall. Friendship has no greater guerdon Than to happiness recall. So, when roses scent the twilight Air with ling’ring dew damp breath, Please remember me as eye-bright Faith remembers until death.Evadne
Hilda Doolittle (1916-1961) II first tasted under Apollo’s lips, love and love sweetness, I, Evadne; my hair is made of crisp violets or hyacinth which the wind combs back across some rock shelf; I, Evadne, was mate of the god of light. His hair was crisp to my mouth, as the flower of the crocus, across my cheek, cool as the silver-cress on Erotos bank; between my chin and throat, his mouth slipped over and over. Still between my arm and shoulder, I feel the brush of his hair, and my hands keep the gold they took, as they wandered over and over, that great arm-full of yellow flowers.Silence
Babette Deutsch (1895-1982) Silence with you is like the faint delicious Smile of a child asleep, in dreams unguessed: Only the hinted wonder of its dreaming, The soft, slow-breathing miracle of rest. Silence with you is like a kind departure From iron clangor and the engulfing crowd Into a wide and greenly barren meadow, Under the bloom of some blue-bosomed cloud; Or like one held upon the sands at evening, When the drawn tide rolls out, and the mixed light Of sea and sky enshrouds the far, wind-bellowed Sails that move darkly on the edge of night. More Poems @copyright 2025 InterPure
