*7* poetry Monday

Another one from Edward Thomas because I’m still in essay mood and I wouldn’t even know about him if he I hadn’t gone back to college. Also, he writes about places I know personally and I find that fascinating. Not that I know this village particularly, but you know what I mean. Adlestrop by Edward […]

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– 2018/203 – poetry Monday

I discovered this poem through my college work… I’m fascinated by Helen Thomas, the wife of the poet Edward Thomas and I’m reading all that she has written and that was written about her.  In the morning I’m heading to the University archive to read some of her actual letters.  There is something so special […]

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– 2018/200 – poetry Monday

Leisure (by William Henry Davies) What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight,Streams […]

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– 2018/197 – poetry Monday

Ode (by Arthur O’Shaughnessy) We are the music-makers,And we are the dreamers of dreams,Wandering by lone sea-breakersAnd sitting by desolate streams;World losers and world forsakers,On whom the pale moon gleams:Yet we are the movers and shakersOf the world for ever, it seems. With wonderful deathless dittiesWe build up the world’s great cities.And out of a […]

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– 2018/193 – poetry Monday

What We Need Is Here (by Wendell Berry) Geese appear high over us,pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,as in love or sleep, holdsthem to their way, clearin the ancient faith: what we needis here. And we pray, notfor new earth or heaven, but to bequiet in heart, and in eye,clear. What we need is here. 

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– 2018/190 – poetry Monday

I ask you (by Billy Collins) What scene would I want to be enveloped inmore than this one,an ordinary night at the kitchen table,floral wallpaper pressing in,white cabinets full of glass,the telephone silent,a pen tilted back in my hand? It gives me time to thinkabout all that is going on outside–leaves gathering in corners,lichen greening […]

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– 2018/186 – poetry Monday

Non-combatants (by Evelyn Underhill) Never of us be said That we reluctant stood As sullen children, and refused to dance To the keen pipe that sounds across the fields of France. Though shrill the note and wild, Though hard the steps and slow, The dancing floor defiled, The measure full of woe, And dread The […]

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– 2018/183 – poetry Monday

To know the dark (by Wendell Berry) To go in the dark with a light is to know the light. To know the dark, go dark.  Go without sight, and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings, and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.

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– 2018/178 – Poetry Monday

This is how my week began: Mr M, has a rash on his leg.  Nothing serious, probably an allergic reaction to something or other and has been to the doctor and it’s all fine.  BUT when the thing starts to itch he can only find relief by putting ice over it.  So… do you know […]

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– 2018/165 – poetry Monday

As part of one of my modules this semester we’re briefly discussing the Dymock poets, a literary group of poets that in the years before the First World War lived and worked near the village of Dymock, approx 29 miles from my house.  And I had never heard of them. Shame on me.  Not only […]

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