Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Friday, January 5, 2018

"Dreams and Deeds" by John Hunter : Christ in Poetry

Here is a poem about the continuing Christ. It is a prayer of hope.

by John Hunter

Dear Master, in Whose life I see
All that I long and fail to be;
Let Thy clear light forever shine
To shame and guide this life of mine.

Though what I dream and what I do
In my poor days are always two,
Help me, oppressed by things undone,
O Thou, Whose dreams and deeds were one.

Source of this poem, which is in the public domain: Christ in Poetry (1952), an anthology compiled and edited by Thomas Curtis Clark and Hazel Davis Clark

Monday, January 1, 2018

"The Day" by Peter Everwine : American Life in Poetry

In American Life in Poetry: Column 667, in his introduction to the poem "The Day" by Peter Everwine, American poet Ted Kooser wrote in part, "How fine it is when a memory arrives from the past to surprise us into happiness."

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Monday, December 18, 2017

"The Vanity of the Dragonfly" by Nancy Willard : American Life in Poetry

American Life in Poetry: Column 665


Nancy Willard, who died in February, was one of my favorite poets, with an enviable gift for inventive description. She published poetry, fiction, essays and children's books, one of which, A Visit to William Blake's Inn, was a winner of the prestigious Newbery Award. For those of you who don't have time to read our archive at, here's a poem we used with her permission several years ago. There are many of her books available and I recommend them all.

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Ted Kooser
served as United States Poet Laureate
Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress
from 2004-2006.

Introduction by Ted Kooser copyright 2017 The Poetry Foundation ( Reprinted by permission of The Poetry Foundation.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

My Gift: A Pair of Quotations

What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd,
I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man,
I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him:
Give my heart.

-- Christina G. Rossetti, 1872

"Give me thy heart," says the Saviour of men,
Calling in mercy again and again;
"Turn now from sin, and from evil depart,
Have I not died for thee? give me thy heart."

"Give me thy heart, give me thy heart,"
Hear the soft whisper, wherever thou art:
From this dark world He would draw thee apart;
Speaking so tenderly, "Give me thy heart."

-- Eliza E. Hewitt, 1926