Birches

When I see birches bend to left and rightAcross the lines of straighter darker trees,I like to think some boy's been swinging them.But swinging doesn't bend them down to stayAs ice-storms do. Often you must have seen themLoaded with ice a sunny winter morningAfter a rain. They click upon themselvesAs the breeze rises, and turn... Continue Reading →

London

I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe.  In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear  How the Chimney-sweepers cry Every blackning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldiers sigh Runs in... Continue Reading →

Remember.

Remember me when I am gone away,          Gone far away into the silent land;          When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day          You tell me of our future that you plann'd:          Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then... Continue Reading →

Bookends…

L   If gale-force Fortune sweeps you off you feet, let it; ride it; and admit defeat.   There's no point in resisting; it's too strong - willy-nilly, you'll get swept along.   Palladas. Tony Harrrison   It was an unseasonably warm October night. The high winds of the midweek had ceased and it was still.... Continue Reading →

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