by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow Loved and were loved, and now we […]

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple… With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on caviar and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble up […]

By E.E. Cummings if there are any heavens my mother will (all by herself) have one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but it will be a heaven of black red roses my father will be(deep like a rose tall like a rose) standing near my (swaying over […]