Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CALENDARS, by VIRA K. HUMPHREYS First Line: She hangs a calendar upon the wall Last Line: As desert day becomes a joy apart? Subject(s): Calendars; Day | ||||||||
She hangs a calendar upon the wall; Each year it marks a year, and that is all. For her the days and nights pass evenly; Yet years are hours -- or eternity. Days, months, or years, they are as naught; Of sterner stuff life's calendar is wrought; Searching the annals of our lives we find How quickly time and space are spanned by mind. When pain torments and anguish takes its toll, Or warring storm clouds burst upon the soul; When fate has dimmed the light of friendship's ray, Who does not pass a year in one short day? Who that has lived, knows not of hours that pass More quickly than the sand from hour glass, When poignant loneliness lifts from the heart As desert day becomes a joy apart? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARLY RISER by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE THE LOVE POEMS OF MARICHIKO: 19 by KENNETH REXROTH THE THIN EDGE OF YOUR PRIDE: 13 by KENNETH REXROTH SPENDING THE DAY ON A SLEEPING PORCH by REBECCA WOLFF THE BEACON; A MUSICAL DRAMA by JOANNA BAILLIE DAYS OF THE MONTH by MOTHER GOOSE |
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