Month: December 2007

William Butler Yeats

He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge I wander by the edge Of this desolate lake Where wind cries in the sedge: Until the axle break That keeps the stars in their round, And hands hurl in the deep The banners of East and West, And the girdle of light is unhound, Your breast will not lie by the breast Of your beloved in sleep.…

Freda Downie

Starlight Three kings embark on a long journey Under the dry acres of the moon Whose light is well disposed, But of no special significance It is the nailhead light Of one sparky planet That draws them on – Although at times, One king thinks the star Has the look of crayon Drawn on dark paper; While another thinks it Looks no more than a sliver Of silver pasted on indigo; And the third king, observing A certain unsteadiness, Thinks the heavenly guide Trembles on its cotton thread…

U A Fanthorpe

BC : AD This was the moment when Before Turned into After, and the future’s Uninvented timekeepers presented arms. This was the moment when nothing Happened. Only dull peace Sprawled boringly over the earth. This was the moment when even energetic Romans Could find nothing better to do Than counting heads in remote provinces. And this was the moment When a few farm workers and three Members of an obscure Persian sect Walked haphazard by starlight straight Into the kingdom of heaven.…

Piet Hein

Simply Assisting God I am a humble artist moulding my earthly clod, adding my labour to nature’s, simply assisting God. Not that my effort is needed; yet somehow, I understand, my maker has willed it that I too should have unmoulded clay in my hand.…

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