My father moved through dooms of love : : by E.E. Cummings : : Fathers Poems : :

my father moved through dooms of loveE. E. Cummings – 1894-1962 my father moved through dooms of lovethrough sames of am through haves of give,singing each morning out of each nightmy father moved through depths of height this motionless forgetful whereturned at his glance to shining here;that if (so timid air is firm)under his eyesContinue reading “My father moved through dooms of love : : by E.E. Cummings : : Fathers Poems : :”

Bullet The Blue Sky : Adam Clayton / Dave Evans / Larry Mullen / Paul David Hewson : U2 : : Sky Songs : ( 11 ) : :

https://youtu.be/Wj3_m6VxW-U Bullet the Blue Sky Lyrics[Verse 1]In the howlin’ windComes a stingin’ rainSee it drivin’ nailsInto the souls on the tree of pain From the fireflyA red orange glowSee the face of fearRunnin’ scared in the valley below [Chorus]Bullet the blue skyBullet the blue skyBullet the blueBullet the blue [Verse 2]In the locust windComes aContinue reading “Bullet The Blue Sky : Adam Clayton / Dave Evans / Larry Mullen / Paul David Hewson : U2 : : Sky Songs : ( 11 ) : :”

Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now : A. E. Housman : : Spring Time Classic : :

Loveliest of trees, the cherry nowIs hung with bloom along the bough,And stands about the woodland rideWearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten,Twenty will not come again,And take from seventy springs a score,It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloomFifty springs are little room,About theContinue reading “Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now : A. E. Housman : : Spring Time Classic : :”

The Trees : Philips Larkin : : Spring Time Classic : :

The TreesThe trees are coming into leafLike something almost being said;The recent buds relax and spread,Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born againAnd we grow old? No, they die too,Their yearly trick of looking newIs written down in rings of grain. Yet still the unresting castles threshIn fullgrown thicknessContinue reading “The Trees : Philips Larkin : : Spring Time Classic : :”

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