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 ...
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I 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 ...
The Golden Journey to Samarkand
Saturday, July 12th, 2008THE GOLDEN JOURNEY TO SAMARKAND PROLOGUE I We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, ...
Toads revisited
Sunday, June 15th, 2008Walking around in the park Should feel better than work: The lake, the sunshine, The grass to lie on, Blurred playground noises Beyond black-stockinged nurses - ...
Deceptions
Sunday, June 1st, 2008"Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified to discover that I had been ruined, and for some days I was inconsolable, ...
So we’ll go no more a-roving
Monday, May 26th, 2008So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its ...
The Way Through the Woods
Sunday, May 18th, 2008They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through ...
A Subaltern’s Love Song
Sunday, April 27th, 2008A Subaltern's Love Song Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We in the tournament - you against ...
La Figlia Che Piange (The Weeping Girl)
Thursday, April 10th, 2008Stand on the highest pavement of the stair - Lean on a garden urn - Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair - Clasp your flowers to you with a pained suprise - Fling them to the ground and turn With a fugitive resentment in your eyes: But weave, weave the sunlight in your ...
