Poems for Thursday

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Below you can find links to previous Thursday poems. Enjoy!

The Legend of Zagreus taken from the Big Finish audio production “Zagreus” written by Alan Barnes and Gary Russell

The Road and the End by Carl Sandburg

In the Library by Charles Simic

God’s Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins

The Eclipse by Richard Eberhart

A selection from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot

Variations on the Word Sleep by Margaret Atwood

Lament For Boromir, by JRR Tolkien

Alzheimer’s: the Wife, by C. K. Williams

Forgotten Language, by Shel Silverstein

There Will Come Soft Rains, by Sara Teasdale

Keeping Things Whole, by Mark Strand

The Days are not Full Enough, by Ezra Pound

The Pasture, by Robert Frost

I Walked in a Desert, by Stephen Crane

Selections from Fugue, by Louise Gluck
Unfortunately, I cannot find a link, so the passages are reproduced at the bottom of the page.

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, by W. B. Yeats

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Selections from Fugue, by Louise Gluck

11.

Then I was wounded. The bow
was now a harp, its string cutting
deep into my palm. In the dream

it both makes the wound and seals the wound.

[...]

17.

Then my soul appeared. It said
just as no one can see me, no one
can see the blood.

Also: no one can see the harp.

Then it said
I can save you. Meaning
this is a test.