When I lie where shades of darkness
Shall no more assail mine eyes,
Nor the rain make lamentation
When the wind sighs;
How will fare the world whose wonder
Was the very proof of me?
Memory fades, must the remembered
Perishing be?
Oh, when this my dust surrenders
Hand, foot, lip, to dust again,
May these loved and loving faces
Please other men!
May the rusting harvest [...]
Archive for February, 2008
Fare Well
Posted in Poetry, Walter de la Mare on February 18, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Good Gifts
Posted in Dorothy Nimmo, Poetry on February 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
He gives her a black lace bra:
her heart swells. She fills the C-cup.
He gives her a bottle of champagne
costing £24.50. He has got a bargain.
He gives her a basket of strawberries.
Open wide! he says, gently. She opens.
He gives her a smooth round bloodstone
to wear round her neck. So cold.
He gives her a little house. All day [...]
from A Song About Myself
Posted in John Keats, Poetry on February 4, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
There was a naughty boy,
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see -
Then he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red -
That lead
Was as weighty,
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England -
So he stood in his [...]
In My Craft Or Sullen Art
Posted in Dylan Thomas, Poetry on February 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.
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Not for the proud man apart
From the [...]
