Song by Allen Ginsberg The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love. Who can deny? In dreams it touches the body, in thought constructs a miracle, in imagination anguishes till born in human– looks out of the heart burning with purity– for the burden of life is love, but we carry the weight wearily, and so must rest in the arms of …
Wendell Berry, Travelling at Home Even in a country you know by heart it’s hard to go the same way twice. The life of the going changes. The chances change and make a new way. Any tree or stone or bird can be the bud of a new direction. The natural correction is to make …
The Rainy Day (by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow) The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the moldering wall,But at every gust the dead leaves fall.And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is …
The weather is on my mind. Storm Ciara has been battering Great Britain for the past few days and rudely interrupted my so far regular runs, which is really annoying, but I’m not prepared to go out IN THAT! I will be attending a talk by Stuart Basden, one of the founding members of Extinction …
Have you been watching the BBC drama ‘The Trial of Christine Keeler”? What do you think of it? For me it’s a little bit slow and… well, 6 episodes? mmmhhh… could have been edited to 4, me thinks. Aside from that I absolutely LOVE the setting and clothes… and the hair and make up… the …
Fire and Ice by Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I’ve tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.
January by William Carlos Williams Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derision outside my window: Play louder. You will not succeed. I am bound more to my sentences the more you batter at me to follow you. And the wind, as before, fingers perfectly its derisive music.
We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Alfred Lord Tennyson Wishing you all a wonderful new year.
Another Christmas poem for you… Searching for Christmas by Brian Bilston If you like this poem… check out the others! Brian’s poetry book is called You Took the Last Bus Home: The Poems of Brian Bilston…
… ok… I’ve been messing around with the design of this blog so… HELLO again… do let me know if things look a little out of kilt… Christmas (by John Betjeman) The bells of waiting Advent ring,The Tortoise stove is lit againAnd lamp-oil light across the nightHas caught the streaks of winter rainIn many a …
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