King Of Carrion : : By Ted Hughes , London : : His palace is of skulls. His crown is the last splintersOf the vessel of life. His throne is the scaffold of bones, the hanged thing’sRack and final stretcher. His robe is the black of the last blood. His kingdom is empty- The emptyContinue reading “King of Carrion : Ted Hughes : : Bird Poems : :”
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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 : :”
Ageing Schoolmaster : Vernon Scannell : ( 1 ) : : Narrative Video ( Poem Reading ) : Vernon Scannell : ( 2 ) : : School Poems : :
https://youtu.be/egSzMzr66_w Ageing Schoolmaster : : By Vernon Scannell : And now another autumn morning finds meWith chalk dust on my sleeve and in my breath,Preoccupied with vague, habitual speculationOn the huge inevitability of death. Not wholly wretched, yet knowing absolutelyThat I shall never reacquaint myself with joy,I sniff the smell of ink and chalk andContinue reading “Ageing Schoolmaster : Vernon Scannell : ( 1 ) : : Narrative Video ( Poem Reading ) : Vernon Scannell : ( 2 ) : : School Poems : :”
Stars Over the Dordogne : Sylvia Plath : : Star Poems : :
March 1962Stars over the DordogneBY SYLVIA PLATHStars Over The DordogneStars are dropping thick as stones into the twiggy 1Picket of trees whose silhouette is darker 2Than the dark of the sky because it is quite starless. 3The woods are a well. The stars drop silently.4They seem large, yet they drop, and no gap is visible.Continue reading “Stars Over the Dordogne : Sylvia Plath : : Star Poems : :”
Bright Stars , Would I Were Steadfast As Thou Art : John Keats : Sonnet : : Star Poems : :
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou artBY JOHN KEATSBright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— 1 Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night 2 And watching, with eternal lids apart, 3 Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,The moving waters at their priestlike task 5 Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,Continue reading “Bright Stars , Would I Were Steadfast As Thou Art : John Keats : Sonnet : : Star Poems : :”
Wintering : Sylvia Plath : : Winter Poems : :
Wintering : : By Sylvia Plath This is the easy time, there is nothing doing.I have whirled the midwife’s extractor,I have my honey,Six jars of it,Six cat’s eyes in the wine cellar, Wintering in a dark without windowAt the heart of the houseNext to the last tenant’s rancid jamand the bottles of empty glitters–Sir So-and-so’sContinue reading “Wintering : Sylvia Plath : : Winter Poems : :”
My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close — : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :
My life closed twice before its close—It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveilA third event to me 4 So huge, so hopeless to conceive 5As these that twice befell.Parting is all we know of heaven.And all we need of hell 8 — Emily Dickinson: : : : : : : : ” My Life ClosedContinue reading “My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close — : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :”
When I am dead, my dearest : Christina Rossetti : : Death Poems : :
SongWhen I am dead, my dearest,Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head,Nor shady cypress tree:Be the green grass above meWith showers and dewdrops wet:And if thou wilt, remember,And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows,I shall not feel the rain;I shall not hear the nightingaleSing on asContinue reading “When I am dead, my dearest : Christina Rossetti : : Death Poems : :”
One Sea-Side Grave : Christina Georgina Rossetti : : Death Poems : :
Unmindful of the roses,Unmindful of the thorn,A reaper tired reposesAmong his gathered corn:So might I, till the morn! Cold as the cold Decembers,Past as the days that set,While only one remembersAnd all the rest forget, –But one remembers yet. Christina Georgina Rossetti “One Sea-Side Grave” A 10 Lines , short ‘Death Poem’ by Christina GeorginaContinue reading “One Sea-Side Grave : Christina Georgina Rossetti : : Death Poems : :”
Do not go gentle into that good night : Dylan Thomas : : Fathers Poems : :
Do not go gentle into that good nightDylan Thomas – 1914-1953 Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentleContinue reading “Do not go gentle into that good night : Dylan Thomas : : Fathers Poems : :”
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