Poem for Easter Sunday.
Happy is England! I could be content To see no other pitches than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown By her tall seamers with guileless bowling bent: Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For wickets ‘Strine, and with inward groan Hunger for fields and Foes to test one’s own. Who’d… Continue reading A Cricket Sonnet (with tip of the Hat to John Keats)
Les Murray has this great poem - a tribute to The Fat. It's not really possible to describe, so go and look it up. It's called 'Quintets for Robert Morley' you'll find it in New Selected Poetry or Learning Human or The People's Otherworld and probably other places. Even better, click here and you can… Continue reading An ampler physics
I canâ€™t hear myself. Clouds crowd the top of the buildings. Red hair a flare down the grey street. Beats, too many beaten, asyncopation. Your Journey Begins Here, Go! around, around the block, It ends. Clouds shroud the New Jerusalem
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. Song of Myself (1), Walt Whitman and just because I'm feeling cheesy... 52… Continue reading Whitman: Song of Myself
"Shakespeare pictures the potential depravity of a godless world. I think it's no accident that the gods are referred to that number of times. "The other prediction that's made in the play is 'if the gods don't come down and intervene then it must come, humanity will prey upon itself like monsters of the deep'.… Continue reading The Tragedie of King Lear