The Good Life Poem. In the deepest depths of you and me in the deepest depths of we lies the most beautiful jewel shining forth eternally. In the sea of love and compassion. When one ceases to be alone.
In the deepest depths of you and me in the deepest depths of we lies the most beautiful jewel shining forth eternally. For the years i lived on coffee and bread, hungry all the time, walking to work on payday. The road not taken, by robert frost;
Like a woman journeying for water. Who went out to buy milk and never.
Oh, i kept the first for another day! For the years i lived on coffee and bread, hungry all the time, walking to work on payday.
Smith from her most recent book of poems, life on mars, graywolf press,. The road not taken, by robert frost;
Like a woman journeying for water. They speak as if it were a mysterious lover.
They speak as if it were a mysterious lover. This column ( 197) is a reprint from the ameri. Hidden mystery by fred burks.
The guest house, by rumi For every smile there is a tear; Whether we ‘use it’ or not, he concludes, it goes… anne sexton, ‘the room of my life’.
Then the thought the shadow scatters, giving us a cheering ray, when the night appears. Within that precious jewel within that priceless piece of we lies a time beyond all time lies a place beyond all space. Who went out to buy milk and never.
Smith from her most recent book of poems, life on mars, graywolf press,. When some are gay some must be sad; Robert frost, ‘road not taken’.
For the years i lived on coffee and bread, hungry all the time, walking to work on payday. American life in poetry is made possible by the poetry foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of poetry magazine. Smith won the pulitzer prize for her book of poems, life on mars, from which i’ve selected this week’s poem, which presents a payday in the way many of us at some time have experienced it.