A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ‘twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who [...]
Archive for March, 2008
from Kubla Khan
Posted in Poetry, Samuel Taylor Coleridge on March 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Dream Play
Posted in Dorothy Nimmo, Poetry on March 19, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I know there’s something I must do today.
It’s half an hour before curtain rise,
what is my part in this, and what’s the play?
There is a smell of greasepaint, dust and size.
It’s half an hour before curtain rise,
this is the dressing-room I know is mine.
There is a smell of greasepaint, dust and size.
For God’s sake tell [...]
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Posted in Dylan Thomas, Poetry on March 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their [...]
Sea Grapes
Posted in Derek Walcott, Poetry on March 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
That sail in cloudless light
which tires of islands,
a schooner beating up the Caribbean
for home, could be Odysseus
home-bound through the Aegean,
just as that husband’s
sorrow under the sea grapes, repeats
the adulterer’s hearing Nausicaa’s name
in every gull’s outcry.
But whom does this bring peace? The classic war
between a passion and responsibility
is never finished, and has been the same
to the [...]
