Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear Takes in all beauty with an easy span: He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Is … Continue reading The Human Seasons BY JOHN KEATS
Elegiac Stanzas Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee: I saw thee every day; and all the while Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy sea. So pure … Continue reading Elegiac Stanzas by William Wordsworth
It's been a while since I've read this gorgeus book - poetry in the form of a monstrous story. Man trying to be God by creating life - in his own form and shape - and then having to deal with the birth of identity, free will and intelligence. Does it sound familiar to you? … Continue reading Frankenstein – Mary Shelley Book review
He would not stay for me, and who can wonder A. E. Housman, 1859 - 1936 He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were, when first your eye I ey’d, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three … Continue reading Sonnet 104 -To me, fair friend, you never can be old, Shakespeare
O who will show me those delights on high? Echo. I. Thou Echo, thou art mortall, all men know. Echo. No. Wert thou not born among the trees and leaves? Echo. Leaves. And are there any leaves, that still abide? Echo. … Continue reading Heaven * George Herbert * The echo poem
Let it be so. Thy truth then be thy dower. For by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate and the night, By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist and cease to be— Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity, and property of blood, And as … Continue reading Why I loved King Lear * Shakespeare
Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was all to me, But as at first, when our day was fair. Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then, Standing as … Continue reading The Voice * Thomas Hardy Poem * Love!
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it … Continue reading A tale of two cities * Charles Dickens
Vox is the story of two voices, his and hers: two strangers who, having met on a telephone chat-line, switch to a private, one-on-one connection - and find it impossible to hang up. Literate, humorous, erotic, Vox is a classic of bedtime reading. There are many things - many intimate things - to talk about. … Continue reading VOX – Nicholson Baker – Book Review