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Aphrodite
© George William Russell
NOT unremembering we pass our exile from the starry ways:
One timeless hour in time we caught from the long night of endless days.
With solemn gaiety the stars danced far withdrawn on elfin heights:
The lilac breathed amid the shade of green and blue and citron lights.
A Memory
© George William Russell
YOU remember, dear, together
Two children, you and I,
Sat once in the autumn weather,
Watching the autumn sky.
Answer
© George William Russell
THE WARMTH of life is quenched with bitter frost;
Upon the lonely road a child limps by
Skirting the frozen pools: our way is lost:
Our hearts sink utterly.
A Farewell
© George William Russell
I GO down from the hills half in gladness, and half with a pain I depart,
Where the Mother with gentlest breathing made music on lip and in heart;
For I know that my childhood is over: a call comes out of the vast,
And the love that I had in the old time, like beauty in twilight, is past.
A Leader
© George William Russell
THOUGH your eyes with tears were blind,
Pain upon the path you trod:
Well we knew, the hosts behind,
Voice and shining of a god.
Awakening
© George William Russell
THE LIGHTS shone down the street
In the long blue close of day:
A boys heart beat sweet, sweet,
As it flowered in its dreamy clay.
A Bay In Anglesey
© John Betjeman
The sleepy sound of a tea-time tide
Slaps at the rocks the sun has dried,Too lazy, almost, to sink and lift
Round low peninsulas pink with thrift.The water, enlarging shells and sand,
Grows greener emerald out from landAnd brown over shadowy shelves below
An Edwardian Sunday, Broomhill, Sheffield
© John Betjeman
High dormers are rising
So sharp and surprising,
And ponticum edges
The driveways of gravel;
A Shropshire Lad
© John Betjeman
The gas was on in the Institute,
The flare was up in the gym,
A man was running a mineral line,
A lass was singing a hymn,
A Subaltern's Love Song
© John Betjeman
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn,
Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun,
What strenuous singles we played after tea,
We in the tournament - you against me!
A Hymn To Christ At The Author's Last Going Into Germany
© John Donne
In what torn ship soever I embark,
That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark;
What sea soever swallow me, that flood
Shall be to me an emblem of thy blood;
A Fever
© John Donne
Or if, when thou, the world's soul, goest,
It stay, 'tis but thy carcass then,
The fairest woman, but thy ghost,
But corrupt worms, the worthiest men.
A Valediction: Of Weeping
© John Donne
Let me pour forth
My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,
For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,
And by this mintage they are something worth,
A Hymn To God The Father
© John Donne
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which is my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive that sin through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.
Air And Angels
© John Donne
Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name,
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
Angels affect us oft, and worship'd be;
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
© John Donne
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say
The breath goes now, and some say, No:
A True Story, for Jeremy
© Michael Burch
Jeremy hit the ball today,
over the fence and far away.
So very, very far away
Auschwitz Rose
© Michael Burch
On Auschwitz now the reddening sunset settles;
they sleep alike--diminutive and tall,
the innocent, the "surgeons."
Sleeping, all.
At Wilfred Owens Grave
© Michael Burch
What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer underwater,
watching the shoreline blur,
sees through his breaths weightless bubbles ...
Both worlds grow obscure.
A Song at Weicheng.
© Wang Wei
A morning-rain has settled the dust in Weicheng;
Willows are green again in the tavern dooryard....
Wait till we empty one more cup --
West of Yang Gate there'll be no old friends.
