The Garden of Love
Sunday, February 7th, 2010The 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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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 ...
How to get on in society
Sunday, December 13th, 2009How 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. ...
The Burning of the Leaves
Saturday, October 3rd, 2009Now 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 ...
Silver
Thursday, September 3rd, 2009Slowly, 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 ...
MAGPIES IN PICARDY
Wednesday, August 19th, 2009The magpies in Picardy Are more than I can tell. They flicker down the dusty roads And cast a magic spell On the men ...
Anthem for Doomed Youth
Wednesday, August 5th, 2009What 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 ...
Afternoons
Wednesday, July 1st, 2009Summer is fading: The leaves fall in ones and twos From trees bordering The new recreation ground. In the hollows of afternoons Young mothers ...
Diary: ‘Is my team ploughing
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; ...
They flee from me …
Friday, May 1st, 2009They flee from me, that sometime did me seek, With naked foot stalking within my chamber: Once have I seen them gentle, tame, and meek, ...
Executive
Friday, March 20th, 2009I 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 ...
