Category Archives: Poems

You who want knowledge, see the Oneness within. There you will find the clear mirror already waiting. Written By Hadewijch 

All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morningContinue reading “All the World’s a Stage”

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or beingContinue reading “If”

I. Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;  The proper study of mankind is man.  Plac’d on this isthmus of a middle state,  A being darkly wise, and rudely great:  With too much knowledge for the sceptic side,  With too much weakness for the stoic’s pride,  He hangs between; in doubt to act, orContinue reading “An Essay on Man: Epistle II”

IV. Go, wiser thou! and, in thy scale of sense  Weigh thy opinion against Providence;  Call imperfection what thou fanciest such,  Say, here he gives too little, there too much:  Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,  Yet cry, if man’s unhappy, God’s unjust;  If man alone engross not Heav’n’s high care,  Alone madeContinue reading “Essay on Man and Other Poems”

The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live. The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on. We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their kneesContinue reading “Perhaps the World Ends Here”

The light soaks the soul Taken beyond physical  Earth, sky become one. Written By Anonymous Norman

This is my first memory: A big room with heavy wooden tables that sat on a creaky        wood floor A line of green shades—bankers’ lights—down the center Heavy oak chairs that were too low or maybe I was simply        too short               For me to sit in and read So my first book was always bigContinue reading “My First Memory (of Librarians)”

The Unknown never  introduced itself to me. It whispered–  ‘you first.’ Written By Meadow Kurova

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)                                                       i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are myContinue reading “(i carry your heart with me (i carry it in)”