Lenten Poetry ChallengeAs the poetry corner needs a little bit of tweaking (read it's broken waaa!!!) I thought it might be as well to have a more permanent record of the poems I've read over the Lenten period, broken into handy little bite sized pieces*. Monday Lent Poem 5 Travelling North Helen Mort … Continue reading Poetry for Lent – Poems 1-5
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Hello old friends
Ok, so this isn't really a blog post, per se...but I hope that you find it interesting none the less! As I am still on my poetry kick, I've been looking up poems I first discovered as a kid. Here are a few of my favourites. I'll start with a quickie. CS Lewis, from The … Continue reading Hello old friends
Helen Mort
I know poems are more N's thing, but I saw Helen reading her poetry last night at Word Life and thought they were beautiful, so wanted to share one with you, I hope you don't mind. If you click on the title it takes you to an amazon (sorry) link to the publication of her's. … Continue reading Helen Mort
If I have to leave – D.E. Barrell
Today, I have mostly been trying to remember poetry that I last read in 1998, for my O Levels. Thanks to facebook, I now know that the book we studied was Revival (which I am now scouring the internet for), and have managed to track down my personal favourite from the set, and one that … Continue reading If I have to leave – D.E. Barrell
Natalie Williams
I warn you now, I might gush... So, many many moons ago, when faces were fresh, and tummys always seemed to be growling - there was a girl a year or so older than me in school - Natalie - who had a knack with language. She was always scribbling stories, plays, poems and songs … Continue reading Natalie Williams
Bloody Men – Wendy Cope
Bloody Men Bloody men are like bloody buses — You wait for about a year And as soon as one approaches your stop Two or three others appear. You look at them flashing their indicators, Offering you a ride. You’re trying to read the destinations, You haven’t much time to decide. If you make a … Continue reading Bloody Men – Wendy Cope
The Lake Isle of Inishfree – W.B. Yates
The Lake Isle of Inishfree I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping … Continue reading The Lake Isle of Inishfree – W.B. Yates
Sabrina Fair – John Milton
Sabrina Fair Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that livst unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet imbroider'd vale Where the love-lorn Nightingale Nightly to thee her sad Song mourneth well. Canst thou not tell me of a gentle Pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O if thou have Hid … Continue reading Sabrina Fair – John Milton
Funeral Blues – W.H. Auden
Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks … Continue reading Funeral Blues – W.H. Auden
Sonnet VII – Hartley Coleridge
Sonnet VII Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No. It is immortal as immaculate Truth, 'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth, Drops from the stem of life--for it will grow, In barren regions, where no waters flow, Nor rays of promise cheats the pensive gloom. A darkling fire, faint hovering o'er … Continue reading Sonnet VII – Hartley Coleridge
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