Tuesday, 28 August 2018
Friday, 24 August 2018
Thursday, 23 August 2018
Poem 7
The road not taken ...............................Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth:
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear:
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden back.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads onto way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Thursday, 16 August 2018
Wednesday, 15 August 2018
High windows... poem 6
Sad Steps......................... Philip Larkin..
Groping back to bed after a piss
I part thick curtains, and am startled by
The rapid clouds, the moon's cleanliness.
Four o'clock: wedge- shadowed gardens lie
Under a cavernous, a wind picked sky.
There's something laughable about this,
The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow
Loosely as cannon-smoke to stand apart
(Stone coloured light sharpening the roofs below)
High and preposterous and separate-
Lozenge of love! Medallion of art!
O wolves of memory! Immensements ! No,
One shivers slightly, looking up there.
The hardness and the brightness and the plain
Far-reaching singleness of that wide stare
Is a reminder of the strength and pain
Of being young; that it can't come again,
But is for others undiminished somewhere.
Monday, 13 August 2018
Tuesday, 7 August 2018
Poem 5
On His Queerness ............ Christopher Isherwood
When I was young and wanted to see the sights,
They told me: 'Cast an eye over the Roman Camp
If you care to,
But plan to spend most of your day at the Aquarium-
Because, after all, the Aquarium-
Well, I mean to say, the Aquarium-
Till you've seen the Aquarium you ain't seen nothing.'
So I cast an eye over
The Roman Camp-
And that old Roman Camp,
That old, old Roman Camp
Got me
Interested.
So that now, near closing time,
I find that I still know nothing-
And am not even sorry that I know nothing-
About fish.
Monday, 6 August 2018
Saturday, 4 August 2018
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