HOW DO I LOVE THEE? ~BY ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
YOU WILL HEAR THUNDER ~BY ANNA AKHMATOVA
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms.
SUCCESS IS COUNTED SWEETEST ~EMILY DICKINSON
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
THE SPLENDOUR FALLS ON CASTLE WALLS ~BY ALFRED LORD TENNYSON
The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
MOTHER MAY ~BY AGNES WONG
Sunny streaks rouse resting eyes to Mother’s Day
Showy songbird flutters over window to serenade
SILHOUETTES IN LIP GLOSS ~BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
She dresses in a new,
trendy short dress,
Even if it causes her younger self distress.
CLOSING THE LAST POOLROOM ~BY PHILIP BARTRAM
Two flights down at fourth
And tenth, I enter the warped
Wooden doors, losing