Express It Eight Current Poems

Nature’s Poetry

Nature’s Poetry

As a poet
I often take a long walk
In the woods
Thinking about the beauty
Around me
Inspiring the muse within
To write my verses
Which I release to the world



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The Poetry of Earth Is Never Dead
by John Keats

The poetry of earth is never dead;
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
That is the grasshopper’s, – he takes the lead
In summer luxury, – he has never done
With his delights; for, when tired out with fun,
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never.
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills

The cricket’s song, in warmth, increasing ever,
And seems, to one in drowsiness half lost,
The grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.




The Uses of Sorrow
by Mary Oliver

(In my sleep I dreamed of this poem)

Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.




The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who does not tax their lives with forethought?
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world and am free.