Poetry: Brontë – O come with me

O come with me, thus ran the song,The moon is bright in Autumn’s sky,And thou hast toiled and laboured longWith aching head and weary eye.Emily Jane Brontë I stumbled across this poem recently. I realized that while I knew of the Brontë sisters’ novels, I knew very little of their poetry. This one stuck out …

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Poetry: Li Po – Sitting Alone by Ching-t’ing Mountain

We never tire of this dance because, unlike the mountain, we trust in a more reliable thing than either the seasonable birds or the crumbling mountain.

Poetry: Shakespeare – Sonnet 146

For once death is dead, swallowed up in Christ's victory, "there's no more dying then."

Poetry: Stevens – Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

Of memory, laughter, and the following blackbird.

Poetry: Donne – A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning

"Such wilt thou be to me, who must,    Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just,    And makes me end where I begun."