Monday, 30 July 2018
Poem 2 and 3 and 4
An Epiloge ...... John Masefield ..
I have seen flowers come in stony places
And kind things done by men with ugly faces,
And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,
So I trust, too.
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On Mundane Acquaintances .... Hilaire Belloc..
Good morning, Algernon: Good morning, Percy.
Good morning, Mrs. Roebeck. Christ have mercy!
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Siegfried Sassoon (no title?)
'When I'm alone' ......the words tripped of his tongue
As though to be alone were nothing strange.
'When I was young' he said. 'when I was young....
I thought of age, and loneliness, and change.
I thought how strange we grow when we're alone,
And how unlike the selves that meet, and talk,
And blow the candle out, and say good-night.
Alone... The word is life endured and known.
It is the stillness where our spirits walk
And all but inmost faith is overthrown
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