I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,
On a day I already remember.
I shall die in Paris -- it does not bother me --
Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.
Friday, 22 April 2011
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Holy Thursday - William Blake
'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
The children walking two & two, in red & blue & green,
Grey-headed beadles walk'd before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames' waters flow.
The children walking two & two, in red & blue & green,
Grey-headed beadles walk'd before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames' waters flow.
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
O Captain! My Captain! - Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
Surprised by Joy - William Wordsworth
Surprised by joy — impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport
I turned to share the transport
Monday, 18 April 2011
Balade - Geoffrey Chaucer
Hyd, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere;
Ester, ley thou thy meknesse al a-doun;
Hyd, Jonathas, al thy frendly manere;
Penalopee, and Marcia Catoun,
Mak of your wyfhod no comparisoun;
Hyde ye your beautes, Isoude and Eleyne;
My lady cometh, that al this may disteyne.
Ester, ley thou thy meknesse al a-doun;
Hyd, Jonathas, al thy frendly manere;
Penalopee, and Marcia Catoun,
Mak of your wyfhod no comparisoun;
Hyde ye your beautes, Isoude and Eleyne;
My lady cometh, that al this may disteyne.
Sunday, 17 April 2011
The Donkey - G.K. Chesterton
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;
Saturday, 16 April 2011
The Lady of Shalott - Alfred Lord Tennyson
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road run by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road run by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.
Friday, 15 April 2011
About The Sheltered Garden Ground - Robert Louis Stevenson
About the sheltered garden ground
The trees stand strangely still.
The vale ne'er seemed so deep before,
Nor yet so high the hill.
The trees stand strangely still.
The vale ne'er seemed so deep before,
Nor yet so high the hill.
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
Hunger - Kingmerut
Fear hung over me.
I dared not try
to hold out in my hut.
I dared not try
to hold out in my hut.
Monday, 11 April 2011
May my love become an alder tree - Yi Chongbo
May my love become an alder tree
of Kumsong in Hoeyang, and
I an arrowroot vine in
the third month or fourth:
of Kumsong in Hoeyang, and
I an arrowroot vine in
the third month or fourth:
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