Sunday, December 21, 2008
Winter
by Walter De La Mare (1873-1956)
Clouded with snow
The cold winds blow,
And shrill on leafless bough
The robin with its burning breast
Alone sings now.
The rayless sun,
Day
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Friday, December 19, 2008
Houses
by Frank Stuart Flint (1885-1960)
Evening and quiet:
a bird trills in the poplar trees
behind the house with the dark green door
across the road.
Into the sky,
the red earthenware and the galvanised iron chimneys
thrust their cowls.
The hoot of the steamers on the Thames is plain.
No wind;
the trees merge, green with green;
a car whirs by;
footsteps and voices take their [...]
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Thursday, December 18, 2008
Kingdom of Heaven
by Francis Thompson (1859-1907)
O World invisible, we view thee,
O World intangible, we touch thee,
O World unknowable, we know thee,
Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!
Does the fish soar to find the ocean,
The eagle plunge to find the air-
That we ask the stars in motion
If they have rumour of thee there?
Not where the wheeling systems darken,
And our [...]
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Wednesday, December 17, 2008
To Christina at Nightfall
by Ford Madox Ford (1873-1939)
Little thing, ah, little mouse,
Creeping through the twilit house,
To watch within the shadow of my chair
With large blue eyes; the firelight on your hair
Doth glimmer gold and faint,
And on your woolen gown
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Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The Power of Art
by George Santayana (1863-1952)
Not human art, but living gods alone
Can fashion beauties that by changing live,
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Monday, December 15, 2008
Lasta Kiso
by Edmond Privat (1889-1962)
Vi kien flugas, papilio,
Tremante kaj rapide?
Jam mortis rozo kaj lilio
Kaj venas frost
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Sunday, December 14, 2008
To Mary
by Charles Wolfe (1791-1823)
If I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not weep for thee;
But I forgot, when by thy side,
That thou couldst mortal be:
It never through my mind had past
The time would e
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Friday, December 12, 2008
Bifurcation
by Robert Browning (1812-1889)
We were two lovers; let me lie by her,
My tomb beside her tomb. On hers inscribe
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Thursday, December 11, 2008
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