by Kathleen Raine ChangeSaid the sun to the moon,You cannot stay.ChangeSays the moon to the waters,All is flowing.ChangeSays the fields to the grass,Seed-times and harvest,Chaff and grain.You must change,Said the worm to the bud,Though not a rose.Petals fadeThat wings may riseBorne on the wind.You are changingSaid death to the maiden, your wan faceTo memory, toContinue reading “Change”
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Rubaiyat of Omar Khayaam: LXI – XC
LXI For let Philosopher and Doctor preach Of what they will, and what they will not – each Is but one Link in an eternal Chain That none can slip, nor break, nor over-reach. LXII And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky, Whereunder crawling coop’t we live and die, Lift not thy hands toContinue reading “Rubaiyat of Omar Khayaam: LXI – XC”
Robin's Nest 