The Darkling Thrush I leant upon a coppice gate,When Frost was spectre-gray,And Winter’s dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day.The tangled bine-stems scored the skyLike strings of broken lyres,And all mankind that haunted nighHad sought their household fires. The land’s sharp features seemed to meThe Century’s corpse outleant,Its crypt the cloudy canopy,The wind [...]
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Poetry Mondays – Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams.
Winter Trees. All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches. Thus having prepared their buds against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold. William Carlos Williams
Listening to the Wind and the Rain.
Hello again. Last week I found quite tough. I guess it is with things starting to pick up again as Boris wants us to get out and spend money. I can't help but think that we should be protecting people from COVID still - it still has not gone away. As I write this, [...]
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