Tag: poem
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Rubaiyat #4
Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
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Rubaiyat #3
And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted – ” Open then the Door! You know little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.”
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Rubaiyat #2
Dreaming when Dawn’s Left Hand was in the Sky I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry, “Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.”
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A Rubaiyat A Day?….
Despite its’ many controversies, the Rubaiyat remains one of the, arguably, most surprising hidden gems in second hand bookstores awaiting the unsuspecting reader. Bare with me as I borrow greatly from Laurence Housman for this introductory piece, my knowledge on the poetic works of yesteryear or even today is lacking to say the least. For…
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Rubaiyat #1
Awake! for Morning in the bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight : And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan’s Turret in a Noose of light.
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Carrion Comfort
Written By Gerard Manley Hopkins Not, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist – slack they may be – these last strands of man In me or, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose to be. But ah, but O thou…
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My Own Heart Let Me Have More Pity On
By Gerard Manley Hopkins My own heart let me have more pity on; let Me live to my sad self hereafter kind, Charitable; not live this tormented mind With this tormented mind tormenting yet. I cast for comfort I can no more get By groping round my comfortless, than blind Eyes in their dark can…
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In Time Of ‘The Breaking Of Nations’
Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass; Yet this will go onward the same Though Dynasties pass. Yonder a maid and her wight Come whispering by; War’s annals will…
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Inversnaid
Written By Gerard Manley Hopkins This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low to the lake falls home. A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth Turns and twindles over the broth Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning, It rounds and rounds Despair to…
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History
Written By Laurence Binyon Time has stored all, but keeps his chronicle In secret, beyond all our probe or gauge. There flows the human story, vast and full; And here a muddy trickle smears the page. The things our hearts remember make a sound So faint; so loud the menace and applause. The gleaners come,…
THE NECROMANCER 