Tag Archives: Poetry

He would not stay for me, and who can wonder

handsome, saudade, alone, soloI love poetry and The Closet Professor is a southern blogger who now resides in Vermont who regularly shares poems like the one below.

I had never heard of  A.E. Housman but according to his Wikipedia page, he was a celebrated poet (and much to my surprise) apparently fell in love with a long time friend / roommate but unfortunately the feelings were never reciprocated as Moses Jackson was heterosexual. Makes you wonder if Housman had Jackson in mind when he wrote this brief but beautiful poem.

He would not stay for me, and who can wonder
A. E. Housman, 1859 – 1936
 He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?
  He would not stay for me to stand and gaze.
I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder,
  And went with half my life about my ways.

If you like what you read, check out The Closet Professor blog, but beware it is not safe to read while at work.

Donovan Livingston: Lift Off

Harvard Graduation Speech Called 'The Most Powerful' EVERDonovan Livingston, a master’s candidate at Harvard University, was selected to speak at the school’s convocation this past Wednesday. After he performed his poem titled “Lift Off,” Donovan Livingston’s speech went viral. It is one of the most inspiring poems I’ve ever heard and wanted to share with you.

Our stories are the ladders that make it easier to touch the stars…The sky is not the limit it is only the beginning.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

poetry, family, NH, LakeI thought it appropriate to share a poem by Frost, that pays tribute to this season so I’m re-posting, Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening.

The photo is of me and that is my parent’s house at Lake Winnipesaukee in the background. Sergio snapped the photograph when we were returning home after a long walk. You’ll note the streets hadn’t even been plowed and it felt like we were the only ones around.  The photo remains one of my favorites.


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Message Sent, or I’m Nervous by Steven Boyle

Message Sent or I'm Nervous, I hit send or modern meltdown, poem, poetryPoetry is my favorite form of prose and when done right, it speaks to me on an emotional level that I’ve yet to experience in any other form. Music is a close second to poetry and they share a lot of similarities in that much of it I do not care for or understand, but when I find a song or poem I like – it resonates.

Last year I posted Steven Boyle’s poem, I Hit Send or Modern Meltdown. Not knowing what to expect, his poem took me completely by surprise.  Boyle’s reading below is a sequel of sorts to this poem. The reading of, Message Sent, or I’m Nervous, was recorded about one year ago at his high school, which has significance, considering the content and message shared.  If you’ve not heard his poem, I Hit Send or Modern Meltdown, listen to that first.

Nothing gold can stay

body paint, bodypaint, handsome, musclesEach October I post this poem on my blog. It is by the famous 20th century New England poet, Robert Frost, and is entitled, Nothing gold can stay.

It is obvious that Frost was inspired by the fall foliage in New England when he wrote this poem back in 1923, but this year I decided to play on the the message of the poem with my image selection.

Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

In the summer

Poem, LoveIn the Summer was written by a Syrian named Nizar Qabbani. He was a poet and a diplomat who lived from 1923 – 1998.  I love this poem. It has a slightly melancholic message that makes it all the more romantic, which is pretty impressive considering the entire poem is less than 40 words.

I come from a town where the people look brown, talk black and act white

I come from a town where the people look brown, talk black and act white…

Watch this poetry slam-winning performance from Ronak Patani, joint winner of the 2013 Roundhouse Poetry Slam.  In light of the xenophobic language vilely pedaled by Republican Presidential candidates, this poem recited by Ronak Patani is both timely and touching.  Take a moment to listen to his silver tongued prose.