by William Butler Yeats I whispered, ‘I am too young,’And then, ‘I am old enough,’Wherefore I threw a pennyTo find out if I might love.’Go and love, go and love, young man,If the lady be young and fair.’Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,I am looped in the loops of her hair.O love is the crookedContinue reading “Brown Penny”
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A Fairy Song
by William Shakespeare Over hill, over daleThrough bush, through brier,Over park, over vale.Through flood, through fire!I do wander everywhere,Swifter than the moon’s sphereAnd I serve the Fairy QueenTo dew her orbs upon the green,The cowslips tall her pensioners be,In their gold coats spots you see,These be rubies, fairy favours,In those freckles live their savours,I mustContinue reading “A Fairy Song”
Change
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”
Hear, ye Ladies
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”
I Look Up to the Sky
by Samuel ibn Naghrillah 993-1056 I look up to the sky and the stars, And down to the earth and the things that creep there. And I consider in my heart how their creation Was planned with wisdom in every detail. See the heavens above like a tent, Constructed with loops and with hooks, AndContinue reading “I Look Up to the Sky”
Clown In The Moon
by Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) My tears are like the quiet drift Of petals from some magic rose; And all my grief flows from the rift Of unremembered skies and snows. I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.
Brother And Sister
by David Herbert Lawrence (1885-1930) The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path, Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky, Draws towards the downward slope: some sorrow hath Worn her down to the quick, so she faintly fares Along her foot-searched way without knowing why She creeps persistent down the sky’s long stairs.Continue reading “Brother And Sister”
Robin's Nest 