Poems Most Personal

by Naomi Shihab Nye  b. 1952 The river is famous to the fish.  The loud voice is famous to silence,    which knew it would inherit...

by William Stafford There's a thread you follow.  It goes among  things that change.  But it doesn't change.   People wonder abo...

by Vaclav Havel Once I begin, once I try here and now, right where I am, not excusing myself by saying that things would be easier el...

by T. S. Eliot So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years-- Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guer...

Making Contact     by Virginia Satir I believe The greatest gift I can conceive of having from anyone is to be seen by them, heard ...

by Rainer Maria Rilke God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we di...

by Samuel Menashe    American, b. 1925        My mother once said to me, "When one sees the tree in leaf one thinks the beauty of t...