munching a plum on
the street a paper bag
of them in her hand
Tuesday 30 April 2013
Monday 29 April 2013
Wild Rose - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Once a lad a rose did spy,
On the moorland growing,
Young and lovely to the eye;
Fast he ran to see it nigh,
Ran with pleasure glowing.
Red rose, red rose, red rose red,
On the moorland growing.
On the moorland growing,
Young and lovely to the eye;
Fast he ran to see it nigh,
Ran with pleasure glowing.
Red rose, red rose, red rose red,
On the moorland growing.
Sunday 28 April 2013
April showers - anonymous
When April skies begin to frown,
And the cold rain comes pelting down,
We must not grumble nor complain,
Nor idly say, we hate the rain.
And the cold rain comes pelting down,
We must not grumble nor complain,
Nor idly say, we hate the rain.
Saturday 27 April 2013
Advice to Mrs. Mowat - Anne Hecht
Dear Hetty —
Since the single state
You've left to choose yourself a mate,
Since metamorphosed to a wife,
And bliss or woe insured for life,
A friendly muse the way should show
To gain the bliss and miss the woe.
Since the single state
You've left to choose yourself a mate,
Since metamorphosed to a wife,
And bliss or woe insured for life,
A friendly muse the way should show
To gain the bliss and miss the woe.
Friday 26 April 2013
The Monkey And The Cat - Jean de La Fontaine
Jocko the Monkey, Mouser—his chum, the Cat,
Had the same master. Both were sleek and fat,
And mischievous. If anything went wrong,
The neighbours where not blamed. Be sure of that.
Had the same master. Both were sleek and fat,
And mischievous. If anything went wrong,
The neighbours where not blamed. Be sure of that.
Thursday 25 April 2013
The Ballad of the Dead Ladies - François Villon
Tell me now, in what hidden way is
Lady Flora, the lovely Roman?
Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thaïs?
Neither of them the fairer woman?
Where is Echo, beheld of no man,
Only heard on river and mere—
She whose beauty was more than human?
But where are the snows of yesteryear?
Lady Flora, the lovely Roman?
Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thaïs?
Neither of them the fairer woman?
Where is Echo, beheld of no man,
Only heard on river and mere—
She whose beauty was more than human?
But where are the snows of yesteryear?
Wednesday 24 April 2013
Still Too Far Away - Xuân Diệu
The other day you sat too far away from me
So I asked you to move over a bit closer.
You inched over closer, but I demurred.
To be a good girl you inched still closer.
As I was boiling over, in haste with a smile
You scooted closer soothing, "Here I am!"
I brightened up then scowled at once
For I thought, you were still too far away.
So I asked you to move over a bit closer.
You inched over closer, but I demurred.
To be a good girl you inched still closer.
As I was boiling over, in haste with a smile
You scooted closer soothing, "Here I am!"
I brightened up then scowled at once
For I thought, you were still too far away.
Tuesday 23 April 2013
The Corn Husker - Emily Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake)
Hard by the Indian lodges, where the bush
Breaks in a clearing, through ill-fashioned fields,
She comes to labour, when the first still hush
Of autumn follows large and recent yields.
Breaks in a clearing, through ill-fashioned fields,
She comes to labour, when the first still hush
Of autumn follows large and recent yields.
Monday 22 April 2013
The Last Piper - Edward J. O’Brien
Dark winds of the mountain,
White winds of the sea,
Are skirling the pibroch
Of Seumas an Righ.
White winds of the sea,
Are skirling the pibroch
Of Seumas an Righ.
Sunday 21 April 2013
Flung to the Heedless Winds - Martin Luther
Flung to the heedless winds,
Or on the waters cast,
The martyrs' ashes, watched,
Shall gathered be at last.
Or on the waters cast,
The martyrs' ashes, watched,
Shall gathered be at last.
Saturday 20 April 2013
If You Forget Me - Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.
one thing.
Friday 19 April 2013
Sunbeam - Anna Akhmatova
I pray to the sunbeam from the window -
It is pale, thin, straight.
It is pale, thin, straight.
Thursday 18 April 2013
Beg-Innish - John Millington Synge
Bring Kateen-beug and Maurya Jude
To dance in Beg-Innish,
And when the lads (they're in Dunquin)
Have sold their crabs and fish,
Wave fawny shawls and call them in,
And call the little girls who spin,
And seven weavers from Dunquin,
To dance in Beg-Innish.
To dance in Beg-Innish,
And when the lads (they're in Dunquin)
Have sold their crabs and fish,
Wave fawny shawls and call them in,
And call the little girls who spin,
And seven weavers from Dunquin,
To dance in Beg-Innish.
Wednesday 17 April 2013
Stars in the Sea - Roderic Quinn
I took a boat on a starry night
And went for a row on the Water,
And she danced like a child on a wake of light
And bowed where the ripples caught her.
And went for a row on the Water,
And she danced like a child on a wake of light
And bowed where the ripples caught her.
Monday 15 April 2013
The Ould Has-Been - Cicely Fox Smith
All down by the harbour a-walking one day,
I saw an old hulk by the wharf-side that lay,
Her topmasts lopped off and her paint weathered bare,
Red rust flaking off her, and no one to care.
I saw an old hulk by the wharf-side that lay,
Her topmasts lopped off and her paint weathered bare,
Red rust flaking off her, and no one to care.
Sunday 14 April 2013
The Blessed Nation - Georgia C. Elliott
He holds in remembrance
Each one of His fold;
Their hairs are all numbered,
Their names are all told;
Their prayers are all answered,
Their cries are all heard:
How blessed is the nation
Whose God is the Lord!
Each one of His fold;
Their hairs are all numbered,
Their names are all told;
Their prayers are all answered,
Their cries are all heard:
How blessed is the nation
Whose God is the Lord!
Saturday 13 April 2013
The soul and the body on the beach - Anna Swir
The soul on the beach
studies a textbook of philosophy.
The soul asks the body:
Who bound us together?
The body says:
Time to tan the knees.
studies a textbook of philosophy.
The soul asks the body:
Who bound us together?
The body says:
Time to tan the knees.
Friday 12 April 2013
Tigers at Play - Stafford Beer
Sea birds stand on a rocky wall
evening is here.
Farewell to sunshine today.
evening is here.
Farewell to sunshine today.
Thursday 11 April 2013
By Night when Others Soundly Slept - Anne Bradstreet
By night when others soundly slept
And hath at once both ease and Rest,
My waking eyes were open kept
And so to lie I found it best.
And hath at once both ease and Rest,
My waking eyes were open kept
And so to lie I found it best.
Tuesday 9 April 2013
In the Express Train - Ludwig Fulda
I hasten by a city lightning-fast
Here in the rattling train: I see
Streets, houses, people shooting past,
Here in the rattling train: I see
Streets, houses, people shooting past,
Monday 8 April 2013
Say, How Many Stars Are Glowing - Wilhelm Hey
Say, how many stars are glowing
On the heavens’ deep blue dome?
Say, how many clouds are going,
Over all the world to roam?
God our Lord has told their host,
That no single one is lost,
Though their number be so great.
On the heavens’ deep blue dome?
Say, how many clouds are going,
Over all the world to roam?
God our Lord has told their host,
That no single one is lost,
Though their number be so great.
Wednesday 3 April 2013
Longing - Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff
The stars were so golden and glistening;
I stood by the window alone,
To songs of the post-horn listening,
O’er silent moorland blown.
My heart within me was burning.
“To travel—ah, what delight!”
I thought in my secret yearning,
In the glorious summer night.
I stood by the window alone,
To songs of the post-horn listening,
O’er silent moorland blown.
My heart within me was burning.
“To travel—ah, what delight!”
I thought in my secret yearning,
In the glorious summer night.
Tuesday 2 April 2013
The Wish - Aleksandr Pushkin
I shed my tears; my tears – my consolation;
And I am silent; my murmur is dead,
And I am silent; my murmur is dead,
Monday 1 April 2013
Easter Monday - Eleanor Farjeon
(In Memoriam E.T.)
In the last letter that I had from France
You thanked me for the silver Easter egg
In the last letter that I had from France
You thanked me for the silver Easter egg
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