Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s, Most quiet need,Continue reading “How do I love thee?”
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
by Emily Dickinson I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was Breaking Through – And when they all were seated A Service like a Drum – Kept beating – beating – till I thought My Mind was going numb –Continue reading “I felt a Funeral, in my Brain”
Their Lonely Betters
by WH Auden As I listened from a beach-chair in the shade To all the noises that my garden made, It seemed to me only proper that words Should be withheld from vegetables and birds. A robin with no Christian name ran through The Robin-Anthem which was all it knew, And rustling flowers for domeContinue reading “Their Lonely Betters”
Business Girls
by John Betjeman From the geyser ventilators Autumn winds are blowing down On a thousand business women Having baths in Camden Town. Waste pipes chuckle into runnels, Steam’s escaping here and there, Morning trains through Camden cutting Shake the Crescent and the Square. Early nip of changeful autumn, Dahlias glimpsed through garden doors, At theContinue reading “Business Girls”
The Flea
by John Donne Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which deniest me is; It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou knows’t that this cannot be said A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead, Yet this enjoys before itContinue reading “The Flea”
A Daughter of Eve
by Christina Rossetti A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to pluck my rose too soon, A fool to snap my lily. My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I have never wept: Oh it wasContinue reading “A Daughter of Eve”
You’re
by Sylvia Plath Clownlike, happiest on your hands, Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled, Gilled like a fish. A common-sense Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode. Wrapped up in yourself like a spool, Trawling your dark as owls do. Mute as a turnip from the Fourth Of July to All Fools’ Day,O high-riser, my little loaf. Vague as fog and looked for likeContinue reading “You’re”
Pathology of Colours
by Dannie Abse I know the colour rose, and it is lovely,but not when it ripens in a tumour;and healing greens, leaves and grass, so springlike,in limbs that fester are not springlike. I have seen red-blue tinged with hirsute mauvein the plum-skin face of a suicide.I have seen white, china white almost, starefrom behaind theContinue reading “Pathology of Colours”
Let Me Die a Youngman’s Death
by Roger McGough Let me die a youngman’s deathnot a clean & inbetweenthe sheets holywater deathnot a famous-last-wordspeaceful out of breath death When I’m 73& and in constant good tumourmay I be mown down at dawnby a bright red sports caron my way homefrom an allnight party Or when I’m 91with silver hair& sitting inContinue reading “Let Me Die a Youngman’s Death”
Robin's Nest 