The Castaway
Tuesday, March 18th, 2008The Castaway by William Cowper Obscurest night involved the sky, The Atlantic billows roared, When such a destined wretch as I, Washed headlong from on ...
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The Castaway by William Cowper Obscurest night involved the sky, The Atlantic billows roared, When such a destined wretch as I, Washed headlong from on ...
A Thunderstorm in Town
Sunday, March 16th, 2008A Thunderstorm in Town She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress, And we stayed, because of the pelting storm, Within the hansom's dry recess, Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless ...
Love’s Philosophy
Wednesday, February 27th, 2008Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; ...
My love is a theosophist
Monday, February 18th, 2008My love is a Theosophist And reads the Ramayana; Her luncheon is a pot of tea, Her breakfast a banana. She says that matter tends to clog The spirit-force behind it. ...
Our revels now are ended
Sunday, January 27th, 2008Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave ...
Recuerdo
Monday, January 14th, 2008We were very tired, we were very merry -- We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable -- But we looked into a fire, we leaned ...
Recuerdo
Monday, January 14th, 2008Recuerdo We were very tired, we were very merry -- We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry. It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable -- But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table, We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon; And the whistles kept blowing, ...
Incognita
Monday, December 24th, 2007Incognita Just for a space I met her – Just for a day in the train! It began when she feared it would wet her, That tiniest spurtle of rain: So we tucked a great rug in the sashes, And carefully padded the pane; And I sorrow in sackcloth and ashes, Longing to do ...
The Last Hero
Tuesday, December 11th, 2007The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day, There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away, And drifted like a livid leaf I go before its tide, Spewed out of house and stable, beggared of flag and bride. The heavens are bowed ...
We Have Been Here Before
Sunday, November 25th, 2007We Have Been Here Before I think I remember this moorland, The tower on the tip of the tor: I feel in the distance another existence; I think I have been here before. And I think you were sitting beside me In a fold in the face of the fell: For Time at its ...
