Past poems:

Barnyard Miracle by Sietze Buning

Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost

Ascension by Kathleen Norris

Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke

A Poem for the End of the Century by Czeslaw Milosz

The Choice by William Butler Yeats

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry

Limited by Carl Sandburg

Thirst by Mary Oliver

Gotta Serve Somebody by Bob Dylan

Letters to a Young Poet, quote #2, by Rainer Maria Rilke

Hail to the forest born again by Wendell Berry

Baseball by A. Bartlett Giamatti

The Lanyard by Billy Collins

Just Think by Robert W. Service

Poem of the Day:

October 27, 2009: You just have to love this. My kids run around the house reciting this. Very throvish.

Jabberwocky

by Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"

He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.