Brown Penny

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”

Requiescat

by Oscar Wilde Tread lightly, she is nearUnder the snow,Speak gently, she can hearThe daisies grow.All her bright golden hairTarnished with rust,She that was young and fairFallen to dust.Lily-like, light as snow,She hardly knewShe was a woman, soSweetly she grew.Coffin-bound, heavy snow,Lie on her breast,I vex my heart alone,She is at rest.Peace, Peace, she cannotContinue reading “Requiescat”

Sorry to see my top teams lose but a young Welsh side shows promise

Getting a double dose of rugby this weekend – well a dose and a half really because I watched the second half of the France/Scotland match before settling down to see the dragons lay siege to Fortress Twickenham. In fact the England/Wales match was not so much a siege in the first half as aContinue reading “Sorry to see my top teams lose but a young Welsh side shows promise”

Durin

by JRR Tolkien 1892-1973 The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No word was lain on streams or stone When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and dells; He drank from yet untasted wells; He stooped and looked in Mirrormere, And saw aContinue reading “Durin”

Fern Hill

by Dylan Thomas 1914-1953 Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the appleContinue reading “Fern Hill”