In The Mornings

She had an uncanny energy for lifethankful for every little miracle it bestowed—and it made herentirely impossibleto live without. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com 

“Leisure” by W. H. Davies What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight,S ... Show More

She wasn’t happy or sad,in love or out of love,she was just thereexistingin the ebb and flow of life—and that was a dangerous place to bebut her worst mistakewas forgetting to rememberthere was more. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com 

‏في أحد المقاهي المزدحمة هنا ‏جلَسَت -ظهرها لظهري- تتحدثُ إلى صديقتها وتشرب القهوة.. ‏لم تكن تعلم، وقد لا تعلم أبداً أنني كتبتُ لها هذه القصيدة في ذلك المقهى وبوجودها ‏. ‏"في المقهى" الكاتب : حذيفة العرجي 

As a new season arrives, Ian McMillan and guests consider ambivalence and beauty in writing about spring. This week Ian peers into the yellow heart of the daffodil to find out what makes a great spring poem, and shares poetry by some of the most remarkable poets of our moment, as ... Show More

Cher homme sur la toile, Je vous raconte aujourd’hui mes brefs voyages dans votre monde mystérieux. Le bout de mes doigts effleure les touches froides et lisses. Dès la première note, un frisson me parcourt et m’emporte… C’est un bel été d’après-midi. Je sens la chaleur réconfort ... Show More