Spring

by Admin | Mar 26, 2026 | Poems, Poetry, Spring Poems

Spring

By Elfriede Jelinek

Translated By Michael Hofmann

april breath

of boyish red

the tongue crushes

strawberry dreams

hack away wound

and wound the fountain

and on the mouth

perspiration white

from someone's neck

a little tooth

has bit the finger

of the bride the

tabby yellow and sere

howls

the red boy

from the gable flies

an animal hearkens

in his white throat

his juice runs down

pigeon thighs

a pale sweet spike

still sticks

in woman white

lard

an april breath

of boyish red

The Spring

by Admin | Mar 26, 2026 | Poems, Poetry, Spring Poems

The Spring

By Thomas Carew

Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost

Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost

Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream

Upon the silver lake or crystal stream;

But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,

And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth

To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree

The drowsy cuckoo, and the humble-bee.

Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring

In triumph to the world the youthful Spring.

The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array

Welcome the coming of the long'd-for May.

Now all things smile, only my love doth lour;

Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power

To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold

Her heart congeal'd, and makes her pity cold.

The ox, which lately did for shelter fly

Into the stall, doth now securely lie

In open fields; and love no more is made

By the fireside, but in the cooler shade

Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep

Under a sycamore, and all things keep

Time with the season; only she doth carry

June in her eyes, in her heart January.

At the Equinox

by Admin | Mar 25, 2026 | Poems, Poetry, Spring Poems

At the Equinox

By Arthur Sze

The tide ebbs and reveals orange and purple sea stars.

I have no theory of radiance,

but after rain evaporates

off pine needles, the needles glisten.

In the courtyard, we spot the rising shell of a moon,

and, at the equinox, bathe in its gleam.

Using all the tides of starlight,

we find

vicissitude is our charm.

On the mud flats off Homer,

I catch the tremor when waves start to slide back in;

and, from Roanoke, you carry

the leafing jade smoke of willows.

Looping out into the world, we thread

and return. The lapping waves

cover an expanse of mussels clustered on rocks;

and, giving shape to what is unspoken,

forsythia buds and blooms in our arms.

Word of the Day Assertive

by Admin | Mar 24, 2026 | Emerald Book Club, Vocabulary, Word of the Day

Word of the Day: Assertive

Words shape how we communicate, express ideas, and engage with the world around us. Today’s Word of the Day, assertive, is a powerful term that reflects confidence, clarity, and respectful self-expression—qualities that are essential in both literature and community dialogue.

At Emerald Book Club, being assertive is not about dominance—it is about finding your voice and using it effectively.

Our Garden of Forever

by Admin | Mar 23, 2026 | Love Poems, Poems, Poetry

Our Garden of Forever Poem by Hannah Morales

Amid the blooms your hand finds mine,
A bond eternal, pure and divine.
Through gentle days and trials deep
Our vows are roots that never sleep.

Like butterflies in morning air,
Our love takes flight beyond despair,
No fleeting time, nor passing year, 
Can dim the truth that keeps us near.

Your Voice a calm that soothes my way
It turns the night to brighter day,
Through storms that bend the fragile tree,
Your strength remains a shield for me.

In every leaf, in skies above,
The World is painted with our love,
And as the seasons come and go
Our Garden blooms, its light will grow

Hannah Morales

Ode on Adversity

by Admin | Mar 17, 2026 | Adversity Poems, Poems, Poetry

Ode on Adversity

By Mary Darby Robinson

WHERE o'er my head, the deaf'ning Tempest blew, 
And Night's cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray; 
Where o'er the woodlands, vivid light'nings flew, 
Cleft the strong oak, and scorch'd the blossom'd spray; 
At morn's approach, I mark the sun's warm glow 
O'er the grey hill a crimson radiance throw; 
I mark the silv'ry fragrant dew, 
Give lustre to the vi'let's hue; 
The shallow rivers o'er their pebbly way, 
In slow meanders murmuring play; 
Day spreads her beams, the lofty forest tree, 
Shakes from its moisten'd head the pearly show'r, 
All nature, feels the renovating hour, 
All, but the sorrowing child of cold ADVERSITY; 
For her, the linnet's downy throat 
Breathes harmony in vain; 
Unmov'd, she hears the warbling note 
In all the melody of song complain; 
By her unmark'd the flowret's bloom, 
In vain the landscape sheds perfume; 
Her languid form, on earth's damp bed, 
In coarse and tatter'd garb reclines; 
In silent agony she pines; 
Or, if she hears some stranger's tread, 
To a dark nook, ashamed she flies, 
And with her scanty robe, o'er-shades her weeping eyes. 

Her hair, dishevel'd, wildly plays 
With every freezing gale; 
While down her cold cheek, deadly pale, 
The tear of pensive sorrow strays; 
She shuns, the PITY of the proud, 
Her mind, still triumphs, unsubdu'd 
Nor stoops, its misery to obtrude, 
Upon the vulgar croud. 

Unheeded, and unknown, 
To some bleak wilderness she flies; 
And seated on a moss-clad stone, 
Unwholesome vapours round her rise, 
And hang their mischiefs on her brow; 
The ruffian winds, her limbs expose; 
Still, still, her heart disdains to bow, 
She cherishes her woes. 

NOW FAMINE spreads her sable wings; 
INGRATITUDE insults her pangs; 
While from a thousand eager fangs, 
Madd'ning she flies;The recreant crew 
With taunting smiles her steps pursue; 
While on her burning, bleeding heart, 
Fresh wounded by Affliction's dart, 
NEGLECT, her icy poison flings; 
From HOPE's celestial bosom hurl'd, 
She seeks oblivion's gloom, 
Now, now, she mocks the barb'rous world, 
AND TRIUMPHS IN THE TOMB.