In poetry there’s no happy ending.
Poets end up
living their madness.
Thursday, 31 March 2016
Wednesday, 30 March 2016
The Challenge of the Guns - A.N. Field
By day, by night, along the lines their dull boom rings,
Tuesday, 29 March 2016
A Day In The Life Of A Little Angel - Emad Fouad
The angel wakes up
every morning
like an ordinary soldier
He gets trained in good deeds
and guiding lost souls
every morning
like an ordinary soldier
He gets trained in good deeds
and guiding lost souls
Monday, 28 March 2016
“Look,” mother says - Anna Kamienska
“Look,” mother says in my dream,
“Look, a bird soars up to the clouds.
“Look, a bird soars up to the clouds.
Sunday, 27 March 2016
Hail the Resurrection day - John of Damascus
Hail the Resurrection day,
Let the people shout for gladness;
'Tis a Passover of joy,
Therefore banish every sadness;
For, from death to endless life,
Christ our Lord His people bringeth;
As from earth to heaven we rise,
Each his song of triumph singeth.
Let the people shout for gladness;
'Tis a Passover of joy,
Therefore banish every sadness;
For, from death to endless life,
Christ our Lord His people bringeth;
As from earth to heaven we rise,
Each his song of triumph singeth.
Saturday, 26 March 2016
Triumph of Lofty Madness - Josep Palau i Fabre
I climb on top of myself
and look:
and see myself as more transparent.
and look:
and see myself as more transparent.
Thursday, 24 March 2016
Earth The Healer, Earth The Keeper - William Morris
So swift the hours are moving
Unto the time unproved:
Farewell my love unloving,
Farewell my love beloved!
Unto the time unproved:
Farewell my love unloving,
Farewell my love beloved!
Wednesday, 23 March 2016
The Bride of a Year - Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
She stands in front of her mirror
With bright and joyous air,
Smoothes out with a skilful hand
Her waves of golden hair;
But the tell-tale roses on her cheek,
So changing yet so bright,
And downcast, earnest eye betray
New thoughts are hers to-night.
With bright and joyous air,
Smoothes out with a skilful hand
Her waves of golden hair;
But the tell-tale roses on her cheek,
So changing yet so bright,
And downcast, earnest eye betray
New thoughts are hers to-night.
Tuesday, 22 March 2016
The Cow - Bernard Patrick O'Dowd
This is a rune I ravelled in the still,
Arrogant stare of an Australian cow—
Arrogant stare of an Australian cow—
Monday, 21 March 2016
Innocence - Patrick Kavanagh
They laughed at one I loved-
The triangular hill that hung
Under the Big Forth. They said
That I was bounded by the whitethorn hedges
Of the little farm and did not know the world.
The triangular hill that hung
Under the Big Forth. They said
That I was bounded by the whitethorn hedges
Of the little farm and did not know the world.
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