Poem-A-Day
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Song
Song
If space and time, as sages say,
Are things which cannot be,
The fly that lives a single day
Has lived as long as we.
But let us live while yet we may,
While love and life are free,
For time is time, and runs away,
Though sages disagree.
The flowers I sent thee when the dew
Was trembling on the vine,
Were withered ere the wild bee flew
To suck the eglantine.
But let us haste to pluck anew
Nor mourn to see them pine,
And though the flowers of love be few
Yet let them be divine.
This poem is in the public domain.
This poem is in the public domain.
previous poems
date |
title | author |
|---|---|---|
| June 24, 2017 | Beauty | Elinor Wylie |
| June 23, 2017 | Hours Days Years Unmoor Their Orbits | Rachel Zucker |
| June 22, 2017 | A Valley View | Kathleen Ossip |
| June 21, 2017 | Cellular | Lizzie Harris |
| June 20, 2017 | Hope | Ali Liebegott |
| June 19, 2017 | Some Rights | Jillian Weise |
| June 18, 2017 | my father moved through dooms of love | E. E. Cummings |
| June 17, 2017 | Watershed | Tracy K. Smith |
| June 16, 2017 | Debris | William Brewer |
| June 15, 2017 | in the flood | Rusty Morrison |