Tag: Poetry
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Birches
I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stayAs ice-storms do. Often you must have seen themLoaded with ice a sunny winter morningAfter a rain. They click upon themselvesAs the breeze rises, and turn many-coloredAs the stir cracks and crazes their enamelSoon the sun’s warmth makes them shed…
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Dona nobis pacem
https://youtu.be/flEp_xxer88 https://www.eno.org/discover-opera/an-act-of-reparation-the-story-behind-brittens-war-requiem/
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Hunting for Boojums
What a year to rediscover the joys and pains of growing plants! I confess it is more interesting to me at this stage of my life, especially watching for interactions between the insects, cultivated and wild sown plants. They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;They pursued it with forks and hope;They threatened…
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Vanishing Point
“It seems, just now, To be happening so very fast; Despite all the land left free For the first time I feel somehow That it isn’t going to last, That before I snuff it, the whole Boiling will be bricked in Except for the tourist parts— First slum of Europe: a role It won’t be…
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Bewitching Compulsion
‘The force that through the green fuse drives the flower’ Dylan Thomas hthttps://www.poetrybyheart.org.uk/poems/the-force-that-through-the-green-fuse-drives-the-flower I read an interview with Julia Cameron (nothing to do with David) that referenced this line and it bewitched me instantly. It seems to encapsulate exactly and succinctly what I had endeavoured to convey recently. The beauty of the phrasing making clear…
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