I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down.
The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.
And people standing in their shade
Out of a shower, undoubtedly
Would hear such music as is made
Upon a country tree.
Oh, little leaves that are so dumb
Against the shrieking city air,
I watch you when the wind has come—
I know what sound is there.— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I’ve passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.
I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things;
That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowing’s.
I know this house isn’t haunted, and I wish it were, I do;
For it wouldn’t be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.
This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass,
And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass.
It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied;
But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside.
If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid
I’d put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I’d buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I’d find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.
Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,
Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store.
But there’s nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone
For the lack of something within it that it has never known.
But a house that has done what a house should do,
a house that has sheltered life,
That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,
A house that has echoed a baby’s laugh and held up his stumbling feet,
Is the saddest sight, when it’s left alone, that ever your eyes could meet.
So, whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track
I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,
Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,
For I can’t help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.— Joyce Kilmer
‘Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rose-bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o’er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love’s shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered,
And fond ones are flown,
O! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?
Alone I walked the ocean strand;
A pearly shell was in my hand:
I stooped and wrote upon the sand
My name—the year—the day.
As onward from the spot I passed,
One lingering look behind I cast;
A wave came rolling high and fast,
And washed my lines away.
And so, methought, ’twill shortly be
With every mark on earth from me:
A wave of dark oblivion’s sea
Will sweep across the place
Where I have trod the sandy shore
Of time, and been, to be no more,
Of me—my day—the name I bore,
To leave nor track nor trace.
And yet, with Him who counts the sands
And holds the waters in His hands,
I know a lasting record stands
Inscribed against my name,
Of all this mortal part has wrought,
Of all this thinking soul has thought,
And from these fleeting moments caught
For glory or for shame.
—Hannah Flagg Gould.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star!
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the glorious sun is set,
When the grass with dew is wet,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle all the night.
In the dark-blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark–anonymous
Guides the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star!
Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.
— Ebenezer Cobham Brewer
Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Little Lamb, who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee;
Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb
He is meek, and He is mild,
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
It pools in the garden
and trickles down the driveway
drowning up earthworms
dripping from window frames
A bike in a puddle
near a baseball in the mud
turns to today’s flood
The young one peers
through the curtains and the trees
longing for a sunny day
for riding bikes and skinning knees
An ocean is drier
than this soggy morning,
the young one ponders,
as water keeps pouring
Hey there, kiddo,–Albert L Swope
Want your galoshes,
and your raincoat, too?
The gardener does not love to talk,
He makes and keeps the gravel walk;
And when he puts his tools away,
He locks the door and takes the key.
Away behind the currant row
Where no one else but cook may go,
Far in the plots, I see him dig,
Old and serious, brown and big.
He digs the flowers, green, red, and blue,
Nor wishes to be spoken to.
He digs the flowers and cuts the hay,
And never seems to want to play.
Silly gardener! summer goes,
And winter comes with pinching toes,
When in the garden bare and brown
You must lay your barrow down.
— A Child’s Garden of Verses, by Robert Louis Stevenson
Well now, and while the summer stays,
To profit by these garden days
O how much wiser you would be
To play at Indian wars with me!
Triumphal arch, that fills the sky— Thomas Campbell
When storms prepare to part,
I ask not proud Philosophy
To teach me what thou art.
Still seem, as to my childhood’s sight,
A midway station given,
For happy spirits to alight,
Betwixt the earth and heaven.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,— Joyce Kilmer
But only God can make a tree.
From time to time I find myself wanting to research something regarding copyrights
A short poem from a book of poems called “POEMS: Every Child Should Know” by “The What-Every-Child-Should-Know-Library”. This is a song and memory aid for children, which I remember from my youth and which I thought was still useful today.
Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November;
February has twenty-eight alone.
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting leap-year—that’s the time
When February’s days are twenty-nine.
Quotes are often an underutilized writing opportunity. Adding quotes, and I don’t mean just a few spackle on random pages throughout your writing, can be very beneficial to writers in a number of ways. quotes can also help you convey your meeting, grab readers attention, and communicate your message better. So, here are just a few thoughts on how quotes can help you achieve your writing goals.
Using quotes can help with your use of Tactful repetition
An on topic quote can give you another communication point about the subject that you are discussing, thereby, providing another mental reference to reinforce your subject.
If done with care, you can also get more than one use out of a quote. You can use a quote in the sentence of your paragraph, but this also doesn’t preclude you from isolating it and using other tactics listed below to present it more than once, to make it stand out, and to make it visually impactful.
Also, when quotes are properly placed and made distinct enough, garner the attention of readers who are using skimming and skinny techniques to acquaint themselves or to refresh themselves with the information that they are reading.
Use of quotes can add Volume to your writing
Quotes or an easy way to add value and to expand the volume of your writing. This this is especially true when writing about nonfiction topics.
Sometimes when writing you have a target word count that you’re trying to achieve or document length. If you’ve done your research ahead of time and collect your quotes , then you should be able to add a few short, on topic, non-distracting quotes, which will increase the total word count of your document and the total page count of your document.
If you’re flexible in your approached including quotes in your writing, then you will have several opportunities to make your quotes stand out and to better convey your message.
Isolating your Quotes within your document can make it easier to distinguish and add emphasis to the quote but it also adds whitespace before and after the quote and citation. Depending on how you formatted your quote and citation, you may also add one line or two between the actual quote and the citation.
Isolation of your quote not only adds white space, it makes your quote more visually impactful. If a quote is by itself, rather than buried in a paragraph, the reader will notice the quote and read the quote without the distraction of surrounding words.
In addition to isolation or rather than isolation, you can bold and or italicize your quotes, so, that they are more visually prominent within the text of your paragraph.
Highlighting or background Shading
Highlighting the quote or shading background surrounding the quote can both be visually effective methods to make the quote stand out, be more recognizable, and potentially cause the reader to pay more attention to the quote and read the quote.
Including the quote in a picture or a graphic
Using a graphic or a picture with your quote included in it is another way to make a quote graphically stand out within your document and to be eye-catching. The trick here is that the graphic or picture must be directly related to the quote, your topic, and it must not be too big and distracting in nature. you need the picture or graphic to appeal to the reader, to catch the reader’s attention, and to focus and reinforce the reads thinking.
Quotes Assist in communicating expertise and background knowledge
Using quotes when pertinent to the topic you are writing about and from a variety of sources, can demonstrate that you have thought about and researched the subject about which your writing. This particularly true, when the quote come from all of variety of authoritative sources which have been properly cited and not just from a web search.
I’m sure there are more ways in which quotes can be put to use full effect in writing, but this primer should be a helpful start.