Spring

by Gerard Manley Hopkins Nothing is so beautiful as spring -When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrushThrough the echoing timber does rinse and wringThe ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;The glossy peartree leaves and blooms, they brushThe descending blue, that blue isContinue reading “Spring”

Epitaph on the Tomb of a Child

by Aphra Behn This Little, Silent, Gloomy, Monument,Contains all that was sweet and innocent;The softest pratler that e’er found a Tongue,His Voice was Musick and his Words a Song;Which now each Listn’ng Angel smiling hears,Such pretty Harmonies compose the Spheres;Wanton as unfledg’d Cupids, ere their CharmsHas learn’d the little arts of doing harms;Fair as youngContinue reading “Epitaph on the Tomb of a Child”

A little cloud swims to the sun

by Taras Shevchenko Ukrainian poet A little cloud swims to the sun, With all her crimson borders trailing, And beckons to the sun to sleep And covers it with rosy veiling, Cradled in the dark blue sea, As a mother lulls her child … Lovely to the eyes … And now It seems the heartContinue reading “A little cloud swims to the sun”