Every Day You Play…, Pablo Neruda

Every Day You Play.... Every day you play with the light of the universe. Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water, You are more than this white head that I hold tightly as a bunch of flowers, every day, between my hands. You are like nobody since I love you. Let me… Continue reading Every Day You Play…, Pablo Neruda

‘To His Coy Mistress’ by Andrew Marvell

To His Coy Mistress BY ANDREW MARVELL Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would… Continue reading ‘To His Coy Mistress’ by Andrew Marvell

‘The Garden’ by Andrew Marvell

How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown’d from some single herb or tree, Whose short and narrow verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all flow’rs and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose. Fair Quiet, have I found… Continue reading ‘The Garden’ by Andrew Marvell

Wind, Ted Hughes

In the aftermath of Storm Eunice in the UK, I am still without electricity at home, with an 8 year old to entertain! So, hoping everyone else from the UK are safe and well, I offer up this from Ted Hughes This house has been far out at sea all night,The woods crashing through darkness,… Continue reading Wind, Ted Hughes

Top Ten Tuesday: Books That Give Off Autumn Vibes

Top Ten Tuesday was created by The Broke and the Bookish in June of 2010 and was moved to That Artsy Reader Girl in January of 2018. It was born of a love of lists, a love of books, and a desire to bring bookish friends together. Poetry I thought I'd start this with two of my favourite poems… Continue reading Top Ten Tuesday: Books That Give Off Autumn Vibes

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

What's the bravest thing you ever did? He spat into the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said. Yup. That is how bleak the world of this book is. Tragically, lyrically and devastatingly bleak, but bleak nonetheless. Nothing grows. Nothing lives. The world contains nothing of beauty or of value and very… Continue reading The Road, Cormac McCarthy

Adlestrop, Edward Thomas

Adlestrop Yes, I remember Adlestrop -- The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop -- only the name And willows, willow-herb, and grass,… Continue reading Adlestrop, Edward Thomas