September 8, 2023 4:32 am
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I leant upon a coppice gateWhen Frost was spectre-grey,And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day.The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres,And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land’s sharp features seemed to be The Century’s corpse outleant,His crypt the cloudy canopy, The wind his death-lament.The ancient pulse of germ and birth Was shrunken hard and dry,And every spirit upon earth Seemed fervourless as I. At once a voice... View Article
September 8, 2023 4:30 am
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Adapted from the William Shakespeare sonnet, ‘My Love Is A Fever, Longing Still’ My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the diseaseFeeding on that which doth preserve the illThe uncertain sickly appetite to please My reason, the physician to my loveAngry his prescriptions are not keptHath left me, and I desperate now approveDesire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past careAnd frantic-mad with evermore unrestMy thoughts and my... View Article
September 8, 2023 4:29 am
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(Slightly adapted from a poem by Eavan Boland) In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole peoplea man set out from the workhouse with his wife.He was walking — they were both walking — north. She was sick with famine fever and could not keep up. He lifted her and put her on his back.He walked like that west and west and north.Until at nightfall under freezing stars they arrived. In the morning... View Article
September 8, 2023 4:22 am
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A poem by Robert Adamson On the low arch above our gate,he looks out through a fringe of feathershunting,then places one foot on black cast iron and ruffles his head. His other foot is clenched in the night air,held out in an atmosphere of waiting – then unclenched.Those nights flying with youweighed no more or less than this.
September 8, 2023 4:21 am
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By Richard Wilbur The warping night air having brought the boomOf an owl’s voice into her darkened room,We tell the wakened child that all she heardWas an odd question from a forest bird,Asking of us, if rightly listened to,“Who cooks for you?” and then “Who cooks for you?” Words, which can make our terrors bravely clear,Can also thus domesticate a fear,And send a small child back to sleep at nightNot listening for the sound of stealthy flightOr dreaming of some... View Article
August 18, 2023 4:28 am
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to their end;Each changing place with that which goes before,In sequent toil all forwards do contend.Nativity, once in the main of light,Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d,Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his glory fight,And Time, that gave, doth now his gift confound.Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow,Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth,And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.And... View Article
