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”

Strange Meeting

by Wilfred Owen It seemed that out of battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which titanic wars had groined. Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned, Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred. Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared With piteous recognition inContinue reading “Strange Meeting”