Evening Poetry, April 5

There Will Come Soft Rains (War Time)

by Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,

And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,

And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire

Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one

Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree

If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,

Would scarcely know that we were gone.

You can find this poem in The Four Seasons: Poems.

Evening Poetry, April 4

For Belonging

by John O’ Donohue

May you listen to your longing to be free.

May the frames of your belonging be generous

enough for your dreams.

May you arise each day with a voice of blessing

whispering in your heart.

May you find a harmony between your soul and

your life.

May the sanctuary of your soul never become


May you know the eternal longing that lives at the

heart of time.

May there be kindness in your gaze when you look


May you never place walls between the light and


May you allow the wild beauty of the invisible world

to gather you, mind you, and embrace you in


You can find this poem in To Bless the Space Between Us.

Evening Poetry, March 30


by John O’Donohue

for J.

I awaken

To find your head

Loaded with sleep,

Branching my chest.

Feel the streams

Of your breathing

Dream through my heart.

From the new day,

Light glimpses

The nape of your neck.

Tender is the weight

Of your sleeping thought

And all the worlds

That will come back

When you raise your head

And look.

You can find this poem in Conamara Blues.

Evening Poetry, March 25

(From the first section in the first series entitled Life.)


by Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life in aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

You can find this poem in Hope is the Thing With Feathers.

Evening Poetry, March 24

Prayer For This House

by Louis Untermeyer

May nothing evil cross this door,

And may ill-fortune never pry

About these windows; may the roar

and rains go by.

Strengthened by faith, the rafters will

Withstand the battering of the storm.

This hearth, though all the world grow chill

Will keep you warm.

Peace shall walk softly through these rooms,

Touching your lips with holy wine,

Till every casual corner blooms

Into a shrine.

Laughter shall drown the raucous shout

And, though the sheltering walls are thin,

May they be strong to keep hate out

And hold love in.

You can find this in Favorite Poems Old and New.

Evening Poetry, March 7

From The Essential Rumi

by Rumi

When I remember your love,

I weep, and when I hear people

talking of you,

something in my chest,

where nothing much happens now,

moves as in sleep.

You can find this poem in The Essential Rumi.

Evening Poetry, February 21

Awaking in New York

by Maya Angelou

Curtains forcing their will

against the wind,

children sleep,

exchanging dreams with

seraphim. The city

drags itself awake on

subway straps; and

I, an alarm, awake as a

rumor of war,

lie stretching into dawn,

unasked and unheeded.

You can find this poem in The Complete Poetry.

Evening Poetry, February 1

Winter Trees

by Paul Zimmer

for Jan Susina

To watch snow sift into woods is to

Feel yourself growing gently toward death,

Yet it is trees that teach us how to live.

In some places a person can exist

For many years without seeing a tree:

That must be the way of anger and despair.

Better to have the constant example

Of their patience and perfection,

To witness the blossoming and decay,

Watch snow resolve itself through branches,

Gathering softly at the nodes and shag.

Better to somehow join them and become

Part of the last stand in the world.

You can find this poem in Poems About Trees.

Evening Poetry, January 5

Of Time

by Mary Oliver

Don’t even ask how rapidly the hummingbird

lives his life.

You can’t imagine. A thousand flowers a day,

a little sleep, then the same again, then

he vanishes.

I adore him.

Yet I adore also the drowse of mountains.

And in the human world, what is time?

In my mind there is Rumi, dancing.

There is Li Po drinking from the winter stream.

There is Hafiz strolling through Shariz, his feet

loving the dust.

You can find this poem in Swan: Poems and Prose Poems.

Evening Poetry, January 2

Hold Fast Your Dreams

by Louise Driscoll

Hold fast your dreams!

Within your heart

Keep one still, secret spot

Where dreams may go,

And sheltered so,

May thrive and grow–

Where doubt and fear are not.

Oh, keep a place apart

Within your heart,

For little dreams to go.

You can find this poem in Favorite Poems Old and New.