Litany in Time of Plague

by Thomas Nashe Adieu, farewell, life’s bliss; This world uncertain is; Fond are life’s lustful joys; Deathe proves them all but toys; None from his darts can fly; I am sick, I must die. Lord, have mercy on us! Rich men, trust not in wealth; Gold cannot buy you health; Physic himself must fade. AllContinue reading “Litany in Time of Plague”

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

by Dylan Thomas And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they shall go mad they shall be sane, ThoughContinue reading “And Death Shall Have No Dominion”

First Day at School

by Roger McGough A millionbillionwillion miles from home Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?) Why are they all so big, other children? So noisy? So much at home they Must have been born in uniform Lived all their lives in playgrounds Spent the years inventing games That don’t let me in. GamesContinue reading “First Day at School”

The Flower that Smiles Today

by Percy Shelley The flower that smiles today Tomorrow dies; All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies; What is this world’s delight? Lightning that mocks the night, Brief even as bright. Virtue how frail it is! Friendship how rare! Love, how it sells poor bliss For proud despair! But we, though soonContinue reading “The Flower that Smiles Today”

The Builders

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure that we raise,Continue reading “The Builders”

The old gods

by Dannie Abse The gods, old as night, don’t trouble us. Poor weeping Venus! Her pubic hairs are grey, and her magic love girdle has lost its spring. Neptune wonders where he has put his trident. Mars is gaga – illusory vultures on the wing. Pluto, exhumed, blinks. My kind of world, he thinks. KidnappingContinue reading “The old gods”