02/25/23Weekend Grif.Net - Beautiful Excerpts from Poetry
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[Cards and hearts adorn our house all February. Here are bits and pieces of poems that adorn my heart.]
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest.
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song.
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams, for when dreams go
Life is a barren field frozen with snow.
~Langston Hughes
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
~~
Dr Bob Griffin
"Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!"
