Monday Night Poetry/April 20, 2026

Every Monday night at 9:00, I will post a poem, or a link if the poem is under copyright.

This week's poem is:

My Star

All that I know

Of a certain star,

Is, it can throw

(Like the angled spar)

Now a dart of red,

Now a dart of blue,

Till my friends have said

They would fain see, too,

My star that dartles the red and the blue!

Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:

They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.

What matter to me if their star is a world?

Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.

                                                                Robert Browning