"Late, late yestreen I saw the new mooneWi' the auld moone in hir arme."'Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, Percy's Reliques.' Once I could hail (howe'er serene the sky)The Moon re-entering her monthly round,No faculty yet given me to espyThe dusky Shape within her arms imbound,That thin memento of effulgence lostWhich some have named her Predecessor's ghost. Young, like the … [Read more...] about Once I Could Hail, By: William Wordsworth
On The Sight Of A Manse In The South Of Scotland, By: William Wordsworth
Say, ye far-traveled clouds, far-seeing hillsAmong the happiest-looking homes of menScattered all Britain over, through deep glen,On airy upland, and by forest rills,And o'er wide plains cheered by the lark that trillsHis sky-born warblings, does aught meet your kenMore fit to animate the Poet's pen,Aught that more surely by its aspect fillsPure minds with sinless envy, than … [Read more...] about On The Sight Of A Manse In The South Of Scotland, By: William Wordsworth
On The Same Subject (To A Painter), By: William Wordsworth
Though I beheld at first with blank surpriseThis Work, I now have gazed on it so longI see its truth with unreluctant eyes;O, my Beloved! I have done thee wrong,Conscious of blessedness, but, whence it sprung,Ever too heedless, as I now perceive:Morn into noon did pass, noon into eve,And the old day was welcome as the young,As welcome and as beautiful, in soothMore beautiful, … [Read more...] about On The Same Subject (To A Painter), By: William Wordsworth
Desire And Guilt, By: Niall Quinn
Desire and guilt areGhosts manifest – trade-in-hand closing doors, open-ing casements on winter'sDay in the spring, lockingGates-to with a reassuringAccidental snap : primarySteps in sticking mud in coldFields of an eye-adjusted, brainCalming light in the yellow windowBreathing, slow definite and In-Finite silent sliding doors sadly,Locked eternity in step. … [Read more...] about Desire And Guilt, By: Niall Quinn
Camping Memories: Discovering Love With Maryanne, By: Andrew Cyr
Picturing Maryanne’s sleek,crossed legs in her black dresskept me from drifting to sleep.I dreamed wide awake.This was our first camping trip.We’d gone from childhood friends to more,but I hadn’t told her I loved her yet.I’d been in love before, but this was differentbecause Maryanne was different.I’d consider her out of my league,but she didn’t see it that way.I interrogated … [Read more...] about Camping Memories: Discovering Love With Maryanne, By: Andrew Cyr