Written In March by William Wordsworth

The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping anon-anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!
by William Wordsworth

Poetry of the day Review:
This poem makes me feel like today is the most perfect day one could have. Everything is happy, warm, and cozy. I love the picture he paints in this piece.

1. William Wordsworth - The Major Works: including The Prelude (Oxford World's Classics)
2. The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth - Volume 1
3. Selected Poetry of William Wordsworth (Modern Library Classics)
4. The Famous Authors: William Wordsworth
5. The Collected Poems of William Wordsworth (Wordsworth Collection)

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1. Hello, Android: Introducing Google's Mobile Development Platform (Pragmatic Programmers)
2. Professional Android 2 Application Development (Wrox Programmer to Programmer)
3. Android Application Development For Dummies (For Dummies (Computer/Tech))
4. The Android Developer's Cookbook: Building Applications with the Android SDK (Developer's Library)
5. Android Wireless Application Development (2nd Edition) (Developer's Library)

Delayed till she had ceased to know by Emily Dickinson

DELAYED till she had ceased to know,
Delayed till in its vest of snow
Her loving bosom lay.
An hour behind the fleeting breath,
Later by just an hour than death,—	5
Oh, lagging yesterday!
Could she have guessed that it would be;
Could but a crier of the glee
Have climbed the distant hill;
Had not the bliss so slow a pace,—	10
Who knows but this surrendered face
Were undefeated still?
Oh, if there may departing be
Any forgot by victory
In her imperial round,	15
Show them this meek apparelled thing,
That could not stop to be a king,
Doubtful if it be crowned!

BY Emily Dickinson

This is emily dickinson as a younger girl.. 

How does this poem make you feel?!

This poem seems like its talking about a failed attempt at something in life. perhaps even someone. im not really sure how it makes me feel, how does it make you feel? Maybe even referencing not being appreciated until its too late?! 

The Word of the day IS!@!!!!

uxorious

   \ uk-SOR-ee-us; ug-ZOR- \  , adjective;

1.

Excessively fond of or submissive to a wife.

1861 by Walt Whitman

1861
ARM'D year! year of the struggle!
No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year!
Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk, lisping cadenzas
piano;
But as a strong man, erect, clothed in blue clothes, advancing,
carrying a rifle on your shoulder,
With well-gristled body and sunburnt face and hands--with a knife in
the belt at your side,
As I heard you shouting loud--your sonorous voice ringing across the
continent;
Your masculine voice, O year, as rising amid the great cities,
Amid the men of Manhattan I saw you, as one of the workmen, the
dwellers in Manhattan;
Or with large steps crossing the prairies out of Illinois and
Indiana,
Rapidly crossing the West with springy gait, and descending the
Alleghanies; 10
Or down from the great lakes, or in Pennsylvania, or on deck along
the Ohio river;
Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, or at
Chattanooga on the mountain top,
Saw I your gait and saw I your sinewy limbs, clothed in blue, bearing
weapons, robust year;
Heard your determin'd voice, launch'd forth again and again;
Year that suddenly sang by the mouths of the round-lipp'd cannon,
I repeat you, hurrying, crashing, sad, distracted year.

Poetry of the day review:
 Its kinda funny, its like he is making funny of the act of war period. Not just the year. Not just the side. I believe this poem refers the whole act of "my idea is better then yours lets shoot each other to prove testicle size". Pic related.. its 1861 in the USA.

Word of the day is:

imbroglio

   \ im-BROHL-yoh \  , noun;

1.

A complicated and embarrassing state of things.

2.

A confused or complicated disagreement or misunderstanding.

3.

An intricate, complicated plot, as of a drama or work of fiction.

4.

A confused mass; a tangle.

Try and use it in your comment!

Weave in, Weave in, My Hardy Life. by Walt Whitman

WEAVE in! weave in, my hardy life! 
Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come; 
Weave in red blood! weave sinews in, like ropes! the senses, sight weave in! 
Weave lasting sure! weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant weave! tire not! 
(We know not what the use, O life! nor know the aim, the end—nor really aught we
know;
But know the work, the need goes on, and shall go on—the death-envelop’d march
of
peace as well as war goes on;) 
For great campaigns of peace the same, the wiry threads to weave; 
We know not why or what, yet weave, forever weave.


BY Walt Whitman




Poetry of the day review:
its like a motivational poem to me, keep pushing, keep fighting no matter what, and do it happily!


Reminds me of this youtube video..


BTW!!!!! WORD OF THE DAY IS..............

philomath

  \ FIL-uh-math \  , noun;

1.

A lover of learning; a scholar.

Nirvana is experienced only by the true philomath.

why is it still spring by christopher franko

As time burns away goodbye
 like the glow from fireflies
 this urge still hurts to pacify
 those words that just passed us by


 as the absconding memories relapse my mind
 back into this cataclysm i climb
 only to tragically back slide
 into the last battle cry of my outer life


 internally i burn like the embers of a furnace
 hurting, hurting, hurti
 to unremember that first kiss
 externally i shine like the embers of a person
 burning burning burning
into a regular person slowly


by Christopher.Franko

Poetry Tags: april why is it still spring poetry

and the WORD OF THE DAY is....

abscond

  \ ab-SKOND \  , intransitive verb;

1.

To depart secretly; to steal away and hide oneself -- used especially of persons who withdraw toavoid arrest or prosecution.