Archive for the ‘Literature’ Category
Sunday, February 7th, 2010
The Garden of Love I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the ...
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Sunday, December 13th, 2009
How to get on in society Phone for the fish knives, Norman As cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I must have things daintily served. ...
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Saturday, October 3rd, 2009
Now is the time for the burning of the leaves, They go to the fire; the nostrils prick with smoke Wandering slowly into the weeping mist. Brittle and blotched, ragged and ...
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Thursday, September 3rd, 2009
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch ...
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Wednesday, August 19th, 2009
The magpies in Picardy Are more than I can tell. They flicker down the dusty roads And cast a magic spell On the men ...
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Wednesday, August 5th, 2009
What passing-bells for those who die as cattle? --Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries ...
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Wednesday, July 1st, 2009
Summer is fading: The leaves fall in ones and twos From trees bordering The new recreation ground. In the hollows of afternoons Young mothers ...
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Tuesday, May 19th, 2009
'Is my team ploughing, That I was used to drive And hear the harness jingle When I was man alive?' Ay, the horses trample, The harness jingles now; ...
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Friday, May 1st, 2009
They flee from me, that sometime did me seek, With naked foot stalking within my chamber: Once have I seen them gentle, tame, and meek, ...
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Friday, March 20th, 2009
I am a young executive. No cuffs than mine are cleaner; I have a Slimline brief-case and I use the firm's Cortina. In every roadside hostelry from here to Burgess Hill The maîtres d'hôtel ...
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