Wind on the Hill by AA Milne
Wind on the Hill by AA Milne No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It’s flying from somewhere As fast as it can, I couldn’t keep up with it, Not if I ran. But if I stopped holding The string of my kite, It would blow […]
us_two_by_a_a_milne.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Us Two by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Us Two/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>Wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,br /> There’s always Pooh and Me.br /> Whatever I do, he wants to do,br /> “Where are you going today?” says Pooh:br /> “Well, […]
twinkletoes.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Twinkletoes by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Twinkletoes/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>When the sunbr /> Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree,br /> When the sunbr /> Makes shadows of the leaves of the apple-tree,br /> Then I passbr /> On the grassbr […]
the_morning_walk.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>The Morning Walk by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>The Morning Walk/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>When Anne and I go out a walk,br /> We hold each other’s hand and talkbr /> Of all the things we mean to dobr /> When Anne […]
the_kings_breakfast.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>The King’s Breakfast by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>The King’s Breakfast/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>The King’s Breakfastbr /> The King askedbr /> The Queen, andbr /> The Queen askedbr /> The Dairymaid:br /> “Could we have some butter forbr /> The Royal […]
the_dormouse_and_the_doctor.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>The Dormouse and the Doctor by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>The Dormouse and the Doctor/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>There once was a Dormouse who lived in a bedbr /> Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red),br /> And all the day long he’d […]
the_christening.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>The Christening by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>The Christening/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>What shall I callbr /> My dear little dormouse?br /> His eyes are small,br /> But his tail is e-nor-mouse./p> p>I sometimes call him Terrible John,br /> ‘Cos his tail […]
rice_pudding.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Rice Pudding by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Rice Pudding/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>What is the matter with Mary Jane?br /> She’s crying with all her might and main,br /> And she won’t eat her dinner; rice pudding again -br /> What is […]
politeness.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Politeness by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Politeness/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>If people ask me,br /> I always tell them:br /> “Quite well, thank you, I’m very glad to say.”br /> If people ask me,br /> I always answer,br /> “Quite well, thank […]
missing.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Missing by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Missing/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>Has anybody seen my mouse?/p> p>I opened his box for half a minute,br /> Just to make sure he was really in it,br /> And while I was looking, he jumped outside!br […]
market_square.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Market Square by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Market Square/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>I had a penny,br /> A bright new penny,br /> I took my pennybr /> To the market square.br /> I wanted a rabbit,br /> A little brown rabbit,br /> […]
lines_and_squares.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Lines and Squares by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Lines and Squares/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>Whenever I walk in a London street,br /> I’m ever so careful to watch my feet;br /> And I keep in the squares,br /> And the masses of […]
if_i_were_king.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>If I Were King by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>If I Were King/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>I often wish I were a King,br /> And then I could do anything./p> p>If only I were King of Spain,br /> I’d take my hat […]
hoppity.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Hoppity by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Hoppity/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>Christopher Robin goesbr /> Hoppity, hoppity,br /> Hoppity, hoppity, hop.br /> Whenever I tell himbr /> Politely to stop it, hebr /> Says he can’t possibly stop./p> p>If he stopped hopping,br /> […]
happiness.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Happiness by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Happiness/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>John hadbr /> Great Bigbr /> Waterproofbr /> Boots on;br /> John had abr /> Great Bigbr /> Waterproofbr /> Hat;br /> John had abr /> Great Bigbr /> Waterproofbr /> Mackintosh […]
come_out_with_me.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Come Out with Me by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Come Out with Me/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>There’s sun on the river and sun on the hill . . .br /> You can hear the sea if you stand quite still!br /> There’s […]
buckingham_palace.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Buckingham Palace by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Buckingham Palace/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace -br /> Christopher Robin went down with Alice.br /> Alice is marrying one of the guard.br /> “A soldier’s life is terrible hard,”br /> […]
brownie.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Brownie by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Brownie/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>In a corner of the bedroom is a great big curtain,br /> Someone lives behind it, but I don’t know who;br /> I think it is a Brownie, but I’m not quite […]
at_the_zoo.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>At the Zoo by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>At the Zoo/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>There are lions and roaring tigers,br /> and enormous camels and things,br /> There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons,br /> and a great big bear with wings.br /> There’s a sort […]
Water Strider by Aaron Baker
Water-Strider A Poem by Aaron Baker Though winged, he walks on water. Skates between elements, skitters like thought through the cattails. A snake slips unseen through the underbrush. The forest shifts and sighs, once again won’t speak its secret. Between the trees, my father glides through sunlight, then shadow. Surface tension: the strider rows […]
the-infernal-regions.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>The Infernal Regions by Aaron Baker/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>The Infernal Regions/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by Aaron Baker/h2> div id=”content”> p>Relax. No more the thinness of ceremony./p> p>Largemouth bass at the bottom of Kapowsin Lake/p> p>grow still as his thoughts. No swish and silt,/p> p>no father and flail. And once […]
honeycomb.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Honeycomb by Aaron Baker/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Honeycomb/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by Aaron Baker/h2> div id=”content”> p>Here is the dream where dust, gathered and blowing over the field,/p> p>turns suddenly against the wind and moves with the shape/p> p>of a body. Here the shape of a body forms and reforms […]
Dark Matter by Aaron Baker
We say the heart is sick, meaning something else. But when we say the body is broken, and it is, the poem, like a great engine long given up to the weather, begins to move. Outside, fireweed among the ruins. We’ve known the seed of failure in action, how the worm turns on […]
polyphony_in_a_cathedral.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Polyphony In A Cathedral by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Polyphony In A Cathedral/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>Music curlsbr /> In the stone shellsbr /> Of the arches, and ringsbr /> Their stone bells./p> p>Music lipsbr /> Each cold groovebr /> […]
one_almost_might.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>One Almost Might by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>One Almost Might/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>Wouldn’t you say,br /> Wouldn’t you say: one day,br /> With a little more time or a little more patience, one mightbr /> Disentangle for separate, […]
nursery_rhyme_for_a_twenty_first_birthday.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Nursery Rhyme For A Twenty-First Birthday by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Nursery Rhyme For A Twenty-First Birthday/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>You cannot see the walls that divide your handbr /> From his or hers or mine when you think you […]
Not Love Perhaps
This is not Love perhaps – Love that lays down Its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown, – But something written in lighter ink, said in a lower tone; Something perhaps especially our own: A need at times to be together and talk – And then the finding we […]
night_piece.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Night Piece by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Night Piece/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>Climb, claim your shelf-room, farbr /> Packed from inquisitive moonbr /> And cold contagious stars./p> p>Lean out, but look no longer,br /> No further, than to stirbr /> […]
never.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Never by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Never/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>Suddenly, desperatelybr /> I thought, “No, neverbr /> In millions of minutesbr /> Can I for one secondbr /> Calm-leaving my own selfbr /> Like clothes on a chair-backbr /> […]
music.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Music by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Music/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>This shape without space,br /> This pattern without stuff,br /> This stream without dimensionbr /> Surrounds us, flows through us,br /> But leaves no mark./p> p>This message without meaning,br /> […]
meeting.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Meeting by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Meeting/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>Dogs take new friends abruptly and by smell,br /> Cats’ meetings are neat, tactual, caressive.br /> Monkeys exchange their fleas before they speak.br /> Snakes, no doubt, coil by coil […]
last_word_to_childhood.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Last Word To Childhood by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Last Word To Childhood/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>Ice-cold fear has slowly decreasedbr /> As my bones have grown, my height increased.br /> Though I shiver in snow of dreams, I shall […]
june_sick_room.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>June Sick Room by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>June Sick Room/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>The birds’ shrill flutingbr /> Beats on the pink blind,br /> Pierces the pink blindbr /> At whose edge fumble the sun’sbr /> Fingers till one […]
houses.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Houses by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Houses/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>People who are afraid of themselvesbr /> Multiply themselves into familiesbr /> And so divide themselvesbr /> And so become less afraid./p> p>People who might have to go outbr /> […]
flight_of_stairs.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Flight Of Stairs by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Flight Of Stairs/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>Stairs fly as straight as hawks;br /> Or else in spirals, curve out of curve, pausingbr /> At a ledge to poise their wings before relaunching.br […]
epitaph_on_a_disturber_of_his_times.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Epitaph On A Disturber Of His Times by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Epitaph On A Disturber Of His Times/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>We expected the violin’s finger on the upturned nerve;br /> Its importunate cry, too laxly curved:br /> And […]
Epitaph for Our Children
Blame us for these who were cradled and rocked in our chaos; Watching our sidelong watching, fearing our fear; Playing their blind-man’s-bluff in our gutted mansions, Their follow-my-leader on a stair that ended in air.
empty_room.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Empty Room by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Empty Room/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>The clock disserts on punctuation, syntax.br /> The clock’s voice, thin and dry, asserts, repeats.br /> The clock insists: a lecturer demonstrating,br /> Loudly, with finger raised, when […]
earthfast.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Earthfast by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Earthfast/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>Architects plant their imagination, weld their poems on rock,br /> Clamp them to the skidding rim of the world and anchor them down to its core;br /> Leave more than […]
don_juan.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Don Juan by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Don Juan/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>Under the lips and limbs, the embraces, faces,br /> Under the sharp circumference, the brightness,br /> Under the fence of shadows,br /> Is something I am seeking;br /> […]