“Fire and Ice” by Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fir… Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.

“So Much Happiness” by Naomi Shi… It is difficult to know what to do… With sadness there is something to… a wound to tend with lotion and cl… When the world falls in around you…

“The Summer Day” by Mary Oliver Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black b… Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean—

“A Song on the End of the World”… On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net… Happy porpoises jump in the sea,

“Today” by Billy Collins If ever there were a spring day so… so uplifted by a warm intermittent… that it made you want to throw open all the windows in the house

“Forgetfulness” by Billy Collins The name of the author is the firs… followed obediently by the title,… the heartbreaking conclusion, the… which suddenly becomes one you hav…

“Living in the Body” by Joyce Su… Body is something you need in orde… on this planet and you only get on… And no matter which one you get, i… be satisfactory. It will not be be…

“The Conditional” by Ada Limón Say tomorrow doesn’t come. Say the moon becomes an icy pit. Say the sweet-gum tree is petrifie… Say the sun’s a foul black tire fi…

“The Peace of Wild Things” by We… When despair for the world grows i… and I wake in the night at the lea… in fear of what my life and my chi… I go and lie down where the wood d…

“Where I’m From” by George Ella… I am from clothespins, from Clorox and carbon-tetrachlori… I am from the dirt under the back… (Black, glistening,

“Perhaps the World Ends Here” by… The world begins at a kitchen tabl… we must eat to live. The gifts of earth are brought and… table so it has been since creatio…

“A Blessing” by James Wright Just off the highway to Rochester… Twilight bounds softly forth on th… And the eyes of those two Indian… Darken with kindness.

“If You Knew” by Ellen Bass What if you knew you’d be the last to touch someone? If you were taking tickets, for ex… at the theater, tearing them,

“In a Station of the Metro” by E… The apparition of these faces in t… Petals on a wet, black bough.

“The Farm” by Joyce Sutphen My father’s farm is an apple bloss… He keeps his hills in dandelion ca… and weaves a lane of lilacs betwee… and the jack-in-the-pulpits.