Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us.
Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you’ll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go [...]
Archive for November, 2007
Refugee Blues
Posted in Poetry, W H Auden on November 28, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
from The World
Posted in Henry Vaughan, Poetry on November 27, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I saw Eternity the other night
Like a great Ring of pure and endless light,
All calm, as it was bright,
And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years
Driv’n by the spheres
Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world
And all her train were hurled …
(Henry Vaughan)
In The Queen’s Room
Posted in Norman Cameron, Poetry on November 17, 2007 | 1 Comment »
In the smoky outhouses of the court of love
I chattered, a recalcitrant underling
Living on scraps. ‘Below stairs or above,
All’s one,’ I said. ‘We valets have our fling.’
Now I am come, by a chance beyond reach,
Into your room, my body smoky and soiled
And on my tongue the taint of chattering speech,
Tell me, Queen, am I irredeemably [...]
Dedication
Posted in Drummond Allison, Poetry on November 12, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Had there been peace there never had been riven
Asunder my humility and pride,
My greed and patience. Had I not accepted
The gift of sin I never had been shriven.
Had I not met and missed you in the room,
Had I not lost your body and your leisure,
I had not learned I could dispense with love
Like a blind [...]
Acquainted With The Night
Posted in Poetry, Robert Frost on November 8, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain – and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far [...]
