There’s Nothing Like the Sun : Edward Thomas : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :

There’s Nothing Like The Sunby Philip Edward ThomasTHERE’S nothing like the sun as the year dies, 1Kind as it can be, this world being made so, 2To stones and men and beasts and birds and flies, 3To all things that it touches except snow, 4Whether on mountain side or street of town. 5The south wallContinue reading “There’s Nothing Like the Sun : Edward Thomas : : November Poems : : Months Poems : :”

Anne Stevenson’s To My Daughter in a Red Coat : Anne Stevenson : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :

To My Daughter in a Red CoatBY ANNE STEVENSON ( Cambridge, U K ) Late October. It is afternoon.My daughter and I walk through the leaf-strewnCorridors of the parkIn the light and the darkOf the elms’ thin arches. Around us brown leaves fall and spread.Small winds stir the minor dead.Dust powders the air.Those shrivelled womenContinue reading “Anne Stevenson’s To My Daughter in a Red Coat : Anne Stevenson : : October Poems : : Months Poems : :”

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