as delicate as
chrysanthemum blossoming
my love for autumn
* * *
To help our bleaker parts
Salubrious hours are given,
Which if they do not fit for earth
Drill silently for heaven.
‘You can instruct but not command the heart’
(anon.
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
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
Doubt thou…
*
Doubt thou, the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt, I love.
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
(For my father)
The Mirror
Frances Vetter
The opposite of vanity
my father’s request for a mirror
a few days
before he died.
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.
The Lake
Edgar Allan Poe
In youth’s spring, it was my lot
To haunt of the wide earth a spot
To which I could not love the less
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound
And the tall trees