My Calendar
From off my calendar today
A leaf I tear;
So swiftly passes smiling May
Without a care.
And now the gentleness of June
Will fleetly fly
And I will greet the glamour moon
Of lush July.
Beloved months so soon to pass,
Alas, I see
The slim sand silvering the glass
Of Time for me;
As bodingly midwinter woe
I wait with rue,
Oh how I grudge the days to go!
They are so few.
A Calendar’s a gayful thing
To grace a room;
And though with joy of life I sing,
With secret gloom
I add this merry month of May
To eighty past,
Thinking each page I tear away
May be my last.





Related poetry:
- The Old Man's Calendar OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for […]...
- A Calendar of Sonnets: February Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter’s pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save […]...
- Work When twenty-one I loved to dream, And was to loafing well inclined; Somehow I couldn’t get up steam To welcome […]...
- A Calendar of Sonnets: April No days such honored days as these! While yet Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide For some fair thing which […]...
- A Calendar of Sonnets: June O month whose promise and fulfilment blend, And burst in one! it seems the earth can store In all her […]...
- A Calendar of Sonnets: March Month which the warring ancients strangely styled The month of war, as if in their fierce ways Were any month […]...
- 16-bit Intel 8088 chip with an Apple Macintosh You can’t run Radio Shack programs In its disc drive. Nor can a Commodore 64 Drive […]...
- A Calendar of Sonnets: November This is the treacherous month when autumn days With summer’s voice come bearing summer’s gifts. Beguiled, the pale down-trodden aster […]...
- A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty Unwillingly Miranda wakes, Feels the sun with terror, One unwilling step she takes, Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda’s […]...
- The Missal Makers To visit the Escurial We took a motor bus, And there a guide mercurial Took charge of us. He showed […]...
- The Poet's Calendar January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues […]...
- Argument Days that cannot bring you near Or will not, Distance trying to appear Something more obstinate, Argue argue argue with […]...
- One Third Of The Calendar In January everything freezes. We have two children. Both are she’ses. This is our January rule: One girl in bed, […]...
- My Cross I wrote a poem to the moon But no one noticed it; Although I hoped that late or soon Someone […]...
- Invention Tonight the moon is a cracker, With a bite out of it Floating in the night, And in a week […]...
- No Lilies For Lisette Said the Door: “She came in With no shadow of sin; Turned the key in the lock, Slipped out of […]...
- A Calendar of Sonnets: July Some flowers are withered and some joys have died; The garden reeks with an East Indian scent From beds where […]...
- A Calendar of Sonnets: October The month of carnival of all the year, When Nature lets the wild earth go its way, And spend whole […]...
- A Calendar of Sonnets: January O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think […]...
- A Calendar of Sonnets: August Silence again. The glorious symphony Hath need of pause and interval of peace. Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds […]...
- A Calendar of Sonnets: December The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes Of water ‘neath the summer sunshine gleamed: Far fairer than when […]...
- A Calendar of Sonnets: September O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped! The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung On wands; the […]...
- A Calendar of Sonnets: May O Month when they who love must love and wed! Were one to go to worlds where May is naught, […]...
- Cinema Calendar Of The Abstract Heart – 09 the fibres give in to your starry warmth A lamp is called green and sees Carefully stepping into a season […]...
- Good Friday O my chief good, How shall I measure out thy blood? How shall I count what thee befell, And each […]...
- MY PERFECT ROSE At ten she came to me, three years ago, There was ‘something between us’ even then; Watching her write like […]...
- The Little Box The little box gets her first teeth And her little length Little width little emptiness And all the rest she […]...
- Willard Fluke My wife lost her health, And dwindled until she weighed scarce ninety pounds. Then that woman, whom the men Styled […]...
- Bank Robber I much admire, I must admit, The man who robs a Bank; It takes a lot of guts and grit, […]...
- The Mole Said he: “I’ll dive deep in the Past, And write a book of direful days When summer skies were overcast […]...
- Poet And Peer They asked the Bard of Ayr to dine; The banquet hall was fit and fine, With gracing it a Lord; […]...
- Authorship You say that father write a lot of books, but what he write I don’t Understand. He was reading to […]...
- Unlyric Love Song It is time to give that-of-myself which I could not at first: To offer you now at last my least […]...
- The Old General Little Annabelle to please, (Lacking grace, I grant), Grandpa down on hands and knees Plays the elephant. Annabelle shrieks with […]...
- Death Of A Cockroach I opened wide the bath-room door, And all at once switched on the light, When moving swift across the floor […]...
- Room 4: The Painter Chap He gives me such a bold and curious look, That young American across the way, As if he’d like to […]...
- Veteran Sirens The ghost of Ninon would be sorry now To laugh at them, were she to see them here, So brave […]...
- Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded Has sorrow thy young days shaded, As clouds o’er the morning fleet? Too fast have those young days faded That, […]...
- The Married Lover Why, having won her, do I woo? Because her spirit’s vestal grace Provokes me always to pursue, But, spirit-like, eludes […]...
- The Red Blaze is the Morning The Red Blaze is the Morning The Violet is Noon The Yellow Day is falling And after that is none […]...