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; ...
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'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 ...
The Last Word
Monday, February 9th, 2009The Last Word CREEP into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last. ...
Snow in the Suburbs
Thursday, January 8th, 2009Snow in the Suburbs Every branch big with it, Bent every twig with it; Every fork like a white web-foot; Every street and pavement mute: ...
From “The Dead” by James Joyce
Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, ...
Renouncement
Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008Renouncement I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, I shun the love that lurks in all delight-- The love of thee--and in the blue heaven's height, And in the ...
Ozymandias
Wednesday, October 29th, 2008I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert ... Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered ...
My cat and I
Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008Girls are simply the prettiest things My cat and I believe And we’re always saddened When it’s time for them to leave. We watch them titivating (that often takes a while) And though they keep us waiting My cat & I ...
The Horses
Wednesday, August 13th, 2008Ted Hughes, The Horses I climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark. Evil air, a frost-making stillness, Not a leaf, not a bird - A world cast in frost. I came out above the wood ...
