Poem of the Week 83

Seasons

Christina Rossetti

 

 

 

In spring time when the leaves are young,

Clear dewdrops gleam like jewels, hung

On boughs the fair birds roost among.

 

When summer comes with sweet unrest,

Birds weary of their mother’s breast,

And look abroad and leave the nest.

 

In autumn ere the waters freeze,

The swallows fly across the seas: —

If we could fly away with these!

 

In winter when the birds are gone,

The sun himself looks starved and wan,

And starved the snow he shines upon.

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Poem of the Week 82

My Sari

 

Debjani Chatterjee

 

 

Saris hang on the washing line:

a rainbow in our neighbourhood.

This little orange one is mine,

it has a mango leaf design.

I wear it as a Rani would.

It wraps round me like sunshine,

It ripples silky down my spine,

and I stand tall and feel so good.

 

Poem of the Week 81

A Plate of Potatoes

Kaye Umansky

 

 

A plate of potatoes, a plate of potatoes,

There’s nothing as great

As a plate of potatoes!

 

Baked in foil, fried in oil,

There’s nothing as great

As a plate of potatoes!

 

Cooked in a curry, boiled in a hurry,

There’s nothing as great

As a plate of potatoes!

 

Stewed in a pot? Give me the lot!

There’s nothing as great

As a plate of potatoes!

 

Mashed with cheese? Mmm, yes please!

There’s nothing as great

As a plate of potatoes!

 

A plate of potatoes, a plate of potatoes,

There’s nothing as great

As a plate of potatoes!

 

Poem of the Week 80

A Change in the Year

William Wordsworth

 

It is the first mild day of March:

Each minute sweeter than before,

The redbreast sings from the tall larch

That stands beside our door.

 

There is a blessing in the air,

Which seems a sense of joy to yield

To the bare trees, and mountains bare;

And grass in the green field.