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Robert Frost on a Disused Graveyard

In A Disused Graveyard

The living come with grassy tread  To read the gravestones on the hill;  The graveyard draws the living still,  But never anymore the dead.  The verses in it say and say:  "The ones who living come today  To read the stones and go away  Tomorrow dead will come to stay."  So sure of death the marbles rhyme,  Yet can't help marking all the time  How no one dead will seem to come.  What is it men are shrinking from?  It would be easy to be clever  And tell the stones:  Men hate to die  And have stopped dying now forever.  I think they would believe the lie.
--Robert Frost

Indian Poetess Sarojini Naidu

The Bangle Sellers

Bangle sellers are we who bear
Our shining loads to the temple fair...
Who will buy these delicate, bright
Rainbow-tinted circles of light?
Lustrous tokens of radiant lives,
For happy daughters and happy wives.

Some are meet for a maiden's wrist,
Silver and blue as the mountain mist,
Some are flushed like the buds that dream
On the tranquil brow of a woodland stream,
Some are aglow wth the bloom that cleaves
To the limpid glory of new born leaves

Some are like fields of sunlit corn,
Meet for a bride on her bridal morn,
Some, like the flame of her marriage fire,
Or, rich with the hue of her heart's desire,
Tinkling, luminous, tender, and clear,
Like her bridal laughter and bridal tear.

 Some are purple and gold flecked grey
For she who has journeyed through life midway,
Whose hands have cherished, whose love has blest,
And cradled fair sons on her faithful breast,
And serves her household in fruitful pride,
And worships the gods at her husband's side.


A Richard Taylor Poem

Richard Taylor owns Poor Richard's Bookstore in Frankfort. Taylor earned a Ph.D. in English from the University of Kentucky and a J.D. degree from Brandeis School of Law at the University of Louisville. He served as Kentucky's Poet Laureate from 1999-2000. He is the author of 5 books of poetry, two novels and several non-fiction books. Taylor presently teaches at Transylvania University in Lexington.

Having lived in Kentucky for more than 20 years (the longest I've lived in any one state or country), I have come to appreciate the images and nuances of Taylor's poetry.  My small farm had many sycamores, mostly along the lower range of my property where there was a creek.  Some were shapely and others were gnarly misfits, yet with the ubiquitous cedar, the sycamore comprises the distinctive Kentucky landscape.

The poem that follows speaks specifically of Kentucky, though all readers can appreciate Taylor's evocative language. Writing teachers will find questions ab…

From the Oxford Book of Work

This made me laugh.

You Will Be Hearing From Us Shortly

You feel adequate to the demands of this position? What qualities do you feel you Personally have to offer? Ah. Let us consider your application form. Your qualifications, though impressive, are Not, we must admit, precisely what We had in mind. Would you care To defend their relevance? Indeed. Now your age. Perhaps you feel able To make your own comment about that, Too? We are conscious ourselves Of the need for a candidate with precisely The right degree of immaturity. So glad we agree. And now a delicate matter: your looks. You do appreciate this work involves Contact with the actual public? Might they, Perhaps, find your appearance Disturbing? Quite so. And your accent. That is the way You have always spoken, is it? What Of your education? We m…