Poetry

Yesterday

To help our bleaker parts
Salubrious hours are given,
Which if they do not fit for earth
Drill silently for heaven.

Poetry

Seamus Heaney

Postscript
And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
So that the ocean on one side is wild
Wi

Poetry

in time of daffodils

in time of daffodils 
In time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how
 
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)
 
in time

Poetry

Doubt thou…

Doubt thou… 

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Doubt thou, the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt, I love.

Poetry

The Moment

The Moment
Margaret Atwood
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and s

Poetry

The Sunlight on the Garden

The Sunlight on the Garden
Louis Macneice
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.

Poetry

Kusanagi

Kusanagi

Maybe the Japanese knife man
is going to lift me,
put me in his pocket
like a tiny jade comb,
take me along with him
looking for that lost shoe.