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By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness. - Pablo Neruda

Always one of my favourite poems…

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my... Continue Reading →

Writing Prompt: When the rose is dead

I was flicking through one of my journals, re-reading the entries and placing myself back in the memories that inspired me to record them within the book's pages. Near the back of the journal I found a pressed rose, yellow, the colour of friendship. I recalled a poem that I read 20 years ago.  I... Continue Reading →

Poem for the day

The Pity of Love A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love: The folk who are buying and selling, The clouds on their journey above, The cold wet winds ever blowing, And the shadowy hazel grove Where mouse-grey waters are flowing, Threaten the head that I love. - W. B. Yeats

Poem for the day

William Shakespeare - Sonnet #147 My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now... Continue Reading →

Poem for the day

THE IRREPARABLE by: Charles Baudelaire AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the corse, Or as the acorn on the oak? Can we suppress the old Remorse? Ah, in what philtre, wine, or spell, May we drown this our ancient foe, Destructive glutton,... Continue Reading →

Poem for the day

October by William Morris O love, turn from the unchanging sea, and gaze Down these grey slopes upon the year grown old, A-dying mid the autumn-scented haze, That hangeth o'er the hollow in the wold, Where the wind-bitten ancient elms infold Grey church, long barn, orchard, and red-roofed stead, Wrought in dead days for men... Continue Reading →

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