The other day that we should not worry about is Tomorrow with its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and poor performance. But the moon is a sorry one, sad the bird’s tune. Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds - but it will rise. YESTERDAY I held your hand,Reverently I pressed it,And its gentle yieldingnessFrom my soul I blessed it.But to-day I sit alone,Sad and sore repining;Must our gold forever knowFlames for the refining?Yesterday I walked with you,Could a day be sweeter?Life was all a lyric songSet to tricksy meter.Ah, to-day is like a dirge,—Place my arms around you,Let me feel the same dear joyAs when first I found you.Let me once retrace my steps,From these roads unpleasant,Let my heart and mind and soulAll ignore the present.Yesterday the iron searedAnd to-day means sorrow.Pause, my soul, arise, arise,Look where gleams the morrow. And a blackbird tries over old airs in the pine. Say what you will of love—in what refrain. The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow with its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and poor performance. © Academy of American Poets, 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038. Yesterday I held your hand, Reverently I pressed it, And its gentle yieldingness From my soul I blessed it. Love is a flame that burns with sacred fire. All yesterdays— there let them sleep, Nor seek to summon back one ghost Of that innumerable host. Donate Now . This poem is in the public domain. It is remorse or bitterness for something which happened YESTERDAY And the dread of what TOMORROW may bring. Facebook Share to Twitter. Good luck in your poetry interpretation practice! Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, While William Shakespeare’s reputation is based primarily on his plays, he became famous first as a poet. Yesterday is gone. thanks so much. It is not the experience of TODAY that drives men mad. Let me once retrace my steps, From these roads unpleasant, Let my heart and mind and soul All ignore the present. Home; Poems; Poets; Member Area; Quotations; Poetry E-Books; David KUSH. There is no comment submitted by members.. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. YESTERDAY is gone. But in his blindness and his sorrow He looks to yesterday and tomorrow. Nor I find a joy in the scene or the tune. Autoplay next video. Yesterday And To-Morrow Poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar - Poem Hunter. Yesterday the iron seared And to-day means sorrow. - YESTERDAY and TOMORROW - That we break down. Concern yourself with but today; Woo it and teach it to obey Your wish and will. Oh yesterday the cutting edge drank thirstily and deep,The upland outlaws ringed us in and herded us as sheep,They drove us from the stricken field and bayed us into keep;But tomorrow, By the living God, we'll try the game again!Oh yesterday our little troop was ridden through and through,Our swaying, tattered pennons fled, a broken, beaten few,And all a summer afternoon they Love is a flame that burns with sacred fire, And fills the being up with sweet desire; Yet, once the altar feels love’s fiery breath, The heart must be a crucible till death. Sinking down by the gate I discern the thin moon,And a blackbird tries over old airs in the pine,But the moon is a sorry one, sad the bird’s tune,For this spot is unknown to that Heartmate of mine. I've been perusing a lot of your contest prompts and they're very thoughtfully constructed. Yesterday, Today And Tomorrow Poem by David KUSH - Poem Hunter. Tomorrow is the day I change what I have done wrong Yesterday I hate things that hurt me Today I shall change things under my control Tomorrow I shall do more that I can envisioned But to-day I sit alone, Sad and sore repining; Must our gold forever know Flames for the refining? Share to Facebook. Published in Poem-a-Day on May 16, 2020 by the Academy of American Poets. All the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday. Let us, therefore, live but ONE day at a time. We hope you will be inspired and encouraged by these words. Yesterday the iron seared And to-day means sorrow. Yesterday Today and Tomorrow – A Poem For People Wanting Hope This is a poem which is read in many 12 Step meetings around the world. Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow is also beyond our control. Annotate for any words or phrases that stand out to you or any questions you might have. Yesterday is Where I go For comfort When today isn't Going so … Ah, to-day is like a dirge,— Place my arms around you, Let me feel the same dear joy As when first I found you. Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow; A Special Inspirational Poem Just for You. Sinking down by the gate I discern the thin moon. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge... Recite this poem (upload your own video or voice file). AddThis Sharing Buttons. Pause, my soul, arise, arise, Look where gleams the morrow. Pause, my soul, arise, arise, Look where gleams the morrow. But knows the heart, ‘tis but a word for pain. just wanted to let you know that I explained my poem's connection to your prompt in the AN. Did my Heartmate but haunt here at times such as now,The song would be joyous and cheerful the moon;But she will see never this gate, path, or bough,Nor I find a joy in the scene or the tune. thanks so much. Tomorrow is unfaithful, ... Prewrite. What do you notice about the poem? And fills the being up with sweet desire; Yet, once the altar feels love’s fiery breath. Since time began Today has been the friend of man. windowsandlights - hey Ujjal! Pay attention: the program cannot take into account all the numerous nuances of poetic technique while analyzing. TOMORROW is also beyond our immediate control. The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow with its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and poor performance. Life was all a lyric song Set to tricksy meter. Love in Fantastique Triumph satt Whilst Bleeding Hearts a round him flow'd, For whom fresh paines he did Create, And strange Tyranick power he show'd; From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire,Which round about, in sport he hurl'd; But 'twas from mine he took desire, Enough to undo the Amorous World. (Teachers, if you are meeting synchronously, we suggest sharing a video screen that allows for students to annotate together. Yesterday I walked with you, Could a day be sweeter? Did my Heartmate but haunt here at times such as now. Pause, my soul, arise, arise, Look where gleams the morrow. Tomorrow will rise, either in splendour or behind a mask of clouds – but it will rise. Reading the Poem: Read the poem “Yesterday and To-morrow” by Paul Laurence Dunbar silently. The song would be joyous and cheerful the moon; But she will see never this gate, path, or bough. Share This Poem. From me he took his sighs and tears, From thee his Pride and Crueltie;From me his Languishments and Feares, And every Killing Dart from thee;Thus thou and I, the God have arm'd, And sett him up a Deity; But my poor heart alone is harm'd,Whilst thine the Victor is, and free.