Friday, July 14, 2006

Poetry Friday

Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats


Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—
To thy high requiem become a sod.

For the full poem go here.
Blog From the Windowsill shares a poem by Sharon Olds

Book Buds and Psalm 121

Farm School honors Bastille Day

Fuse #8 Productions has Casey at the Bat

Jen Robinson reviews A Bad Boy Can Be Good For A Girl

Scholar's Blog and William Wordsworth

Let me know if I missed you.

Updated to add:

Bildungsroman (Little Willow) with Pieces of Georgia

And updated again:

Susan Taylor Brown and Ogden Nash


Little Willow said...

Posted mine! :)

Anonymous said...

You missed me. I've got Ogden Nash.

Liz B said...

All updated!