Wednesday, 17 June 2009
All covered with roses,
For some, winding sheets,
For others, wedding gowns.
Long May.......Long May,
You were short for me,
My happiness came with you,
It fled again with you.
Rossalia de Castro.
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Alone and palely loitering,
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.....
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery`s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light
And her eyes were wild....
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long;
For sideways would she lean and sing
A faery`s song....
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Friday, 8 May 2009
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With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisped, break from the trees
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Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp;
Guns arent lawful;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
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And we that lost the worlds delight,
Stiffen in darkness, left alone
To crumble in our separate night....
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Thursday, 7 May 2009
Drifting further everyday,
Getting lost within myself,
Nothing matters, no one else,
I have lost the will to live,
Simply nothing more to give,
There is nothing more for me,
Need the end to set me free.
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These storybook villas
Still dream behind
Shutters, their balconies,
Fine as hand-
Made lace, or a leaf-and-flower
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A last kiss through his cigarette smoke, and she quietly
slipped off the edge of time.
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You appeared like a vision, sent down to my life,
I thought I was dreaming when I saw you that night,
Thats when love walked in through my door....
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young hero sleeps,
And lovers are around her sighing:
But coldly she turns from their gaze,
For her heart in his grave is lying.
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Wednesday, 6 May 2009
Ghosts of dead hours and flowers that once were fair,
Sorrel of nodding grass and white moon-daises,
Glimmer and fade upon the fragrant air.
Rosamund M. Watson.
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like a dunce cap
It is a bottle of perfume
at the foot of a cross.
It is a photograph
It is early
It is day
It is a bed
no one has ever slept in.
It is just a dream.
It is a rosary of lentils.
It is the part you always forget.
It is a woman with an infinite number
It is strictly off limits
except when it isnt
that being the hour when you
completely unexpected and gorgeous
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Thursday, 30 April 2009
Only the wind`s song, saddening the lip`s
Of the grave saints, rigid in glass;
Or the dry whisper of unseen wings,
Bats not Angels, in the high roof.
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three are in the freezer next to the joint of beef
the other is wrapped in christmas paper
tied with a pink ribbon
beside the ironing table in the hall
should you need to contact me
in an emergency
the numbers in the book
by the telephone.
P.S. I love you.
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to crisp lists: immaculate
linen; jars labelled and glossy
with our perfect preserves.
Spiced oranges; green tomato
chutney; seville orange marmalade
annually staining gold
the snows of January.
Jams and jellies of blackberry,
crabapple, strawberry, plum,
greengage and loganberry.
You can see the fruit pressing
their little faces against the glass;
tiny onions imprisioned
in their preservative juices.
Familiar days are stoned whole
in bottles. Theres a wet morning
orchard in the dandelion wine;
a while spring distilled
in elderflowers clarity;
and a loving late, sunburning
day of October in syrups
of rose hip and the beautiful
black sloes that stained the gin to rose.
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Wednesday, 29 April 2009
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Long silver locks instead of golden hair,
And fat red catkins from black poplars fall
And on the ground like caterpillars crawl,
And bracken lifts up slender arms and wrists
And stretches them, unfolding sleepy fists,
The Cuckoos in a few well-chosen words
Tell they give Easter eggs to the small birds.
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with colours of purple hue,
And cobwebs on the grass and fern,
are swabbed with morning mist and dew.
And our broadlands windswept
land, with distance far and wide
The cattle laze and graze,
all day, with nowhere much to hide.
There`s moorhens in the dykes
again, they hide amongst the reeds,
The pheasant browse on edgeways
paths, gathering hidden seeds
The seagulls screech, on Autumn
winds, there`s lapwings overhead,
And as the sun goes down, the
Starlings meet, before they go to bed.
The willows sway by waters edge,
and swallowed Alder`s creak,
And by the sedges on the marsh,
A home the dormouse seek,
Then over by the sunken mill, that
used to pump all day,
There is remains of swallows homes
but they have flown away.
The water rises with the tide, and
glitters in the sun.
And ripple past the old pack bridge
On Potter Heigham run.
Then past the ambered woodlands
Where herons watch all day.
The swans and ducks search along
the bank, as summer fades away.
The willow herbs have had their fun
they`re tamed by Autumn chill.
They`ve lost their colour of crimson
pink, the seeds they blow at will.
The catkins dust is blowing
amongst the tree tops high,
And most boats have left the
Looks like Summer say goodbye.
So Autumn gales go searing on
broadland, marsh and fen.
That sweep across the open land
to bend the trees again.
And through the wires the
whistling wind, is singing
So say goodbye to Autumn
Then Winter won`t be long.
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