by John Fletcher Hear, ye ladies that despiseWhat the mighty Love has done;Fear examples and be wise:Fair Callisto was a nun;Leda, sailing on the streamTo deceive the hopes of man,Love accounting but a dream,Doted on a silver swan;Danae, in a brazen tower,Where no love was, loved a shower.Hear, ye ladies that are coy,What the mightyContinue reading “Hear, ye Ladies”
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Count That Day Lost
by George Eliot If you sit down at set of sunAnd count the acts that you have done,And counting, findOne self-denying deed, one wordThat eased the heart of him who heard,One glance most kindThat felt like sunshine where it wentThen you may count that day well spent.But if, through all the livelong day,You’ve cheered noContinue reading “Count That Day Lost”
Spring in my step as our little family goes back to my root
As I left for work the morning after Marion and I had made the decision that I would give up the cinema life and return to the one job that I had always been proud of – that of a journalist – I felt a new spring in my step. The previous day I couldContinue reading “Spring in my step as our little family goes back to my root”
The Knife
by Keith Douglas 1920-1944 Can I explain this to you? Your eyesare entrances the mouths of cavesI issue from wonderful interiorsupon a blessed sea and a fine day,from inside these caves I look and dream.Your hair as explicable as a waterfallin some black liquid cooled by legendfell across my thought in a momentbecame a garmentContinue reading “The Knife”
On The Disadvantages Of Central Heating
by Amy Clampitt cold nights on the farm, a sock-shodstove-warmed flatiron slid underthe covers, mornings a damascene-sealed bizzarrerie of fernworkdecades ago nowwalking in northwest london, teabrought up steaming, a Peek Freanbiscuit alongside to be nibbledas blue gas leaps up singingdecades ago nowdamp sheets in Dorset, fog-hunghabitat of bronchitis, of longhot soaks in the bathtub, ofContinue reading “On The Disadvantages Of Central Heating”
The Destruction Of Sennacherib
by Lord Byron The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green,That host with their banners at sunsetContinue reading “The Destruction Of Sennacherib”
O Love! Thou Makest All Things Even
by Sarah-Flower Adams O Love! thou makest all things evenIn earth or heaven;Finding thy way through prison-barsUp to the stars;Or, true to the Almighty plan,That out of dust created man,Thou lookest in a grave 0 to seeThine immortality!
Hopalong finds a pal
I am amazed that after three months my three-legged fox is proving himself to be a trier. I mean to say he has four legs but as regular readers will know one of his back legs just dangles from the knee joint. Since Christmas Hopalong has had me on edge day after day, or ratherContinue reading “Hopalong finds a pal”
The British
by Benjamin Zephaniah Take some Picts, Celts and SiluresAnd let them settle,Then overrun them with Roman conquerors.Remove the Romans after approximately 400 yearsAdd lots of Norman French to someAngles, Saxons, Jutes and Vikings, then stir vigorously.Mix some hot Chileans, cool Jamaicans, Dominicans,Trinidadians, and Bajans with some Ethiopians, Chinese,Vietnamese and Sudanese.Then take a blend of Somalians,Continue reading “The British”
Memento
by Yevgeny Yevtushenko Like a reminder of this lifeof trams, sun, sparrows,and the flighty uncontrollednessof streams leaping like thermometers.and because ducks are quacking somewhereabove the crackling of the last, paper-thin ice,and because children are crying bitterly(remember children’s lives are so sweet!)and because in the drunken, shimmering starlightthe moon whoops it up,and a stocking crackles atContinue reading “Memento”
Robin's Nest 