He sat on the beach of his private island,wrote messages on scraps of paperonce were staring blankly back at him,folded them up, pushed them through bottles’ narrow necksinto bottles’ ample bodies,where they, shaken, shifted. He flung them as far as he could into the ocean's waves,like a parent gazed after them,until he lost them in the sprayor the tangle of waves like a … [Read more...] about Desert Isle, By: Alan Hardy
Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death – In Series, 1839 – X – Our Bodily Life, Some Plead, That Life The Shrine, By: William Wordsworth
Our bodily life, some plead, that life the shrineOf an immortal spirit, is a giftSo sacred, so informed with light divine,That no tribunal, though most wise to siftDeed and intent, should turn the Being adriftInto that world where penitential tearMay not avail, nor prayer have for God's earA voice that world whose veil no hand can liftFor earthly sight. "Eternity and … [Read more...] about Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death – In Series, 1839 – X – Our Bodily Life, Some Plead, That Life The Shrine, By: William Wordsworth
Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death – In Series, 1839 – IX – Though To Give Timely Warning And Deter, By: William Wordsworth
Though to give timely warning and deterIs one great aim of penalty, extendThy mental vision further and ascendFar higher, else full surely shalt thou err.What is a State? The wise behold in herA creature born of time, that keeps one eyeFixed on the statutes of Eternity,To which her judgments reverently defer.Speaking through Law's dispassionate voice the StateEndues her … [Read more...] about Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death – In Series, 1839 – IX – Though To Give Timely Warning And Deter, By: William Wordsworth
Alone, By: Laila Brahmbhatt
Always in a hurrymy heart, still searching for him,a lost lottery ticket,sailing through the Milky Way. An extra layer of mudover the hairline-fracturedroses—aching, too, for rain. An old alarm clockcroons to the empty chairsoutside the station,shaking hands with time. This, and everything,when there is the moon—and you. … [Read more...] about Alone, By: Laila Brahmbhatt
Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death – In Series, 1839 – I. – Suggested By The View Of Lancaster Castle (On The Road From The South), By: William Wordsworth
This Spot, at once unfolding sight so fairOf sea and land, with yon grey towers that stillRise up as if to lord it over airMight soothe in human breasts the sense of ill,Or charm it out of memory; yea, might fillThe heart with joy and gratitude to GodFor all his bounties upon man bestowed:Why bears it then the name of "Weeping Hill"?Thousands, as toward yon old Lancastrian … [Read more...] about Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death – In Series, 1839 – I. – Suggested By The View Of Lancaster Castle (On The Road From The South), By: William Wordsworth