War is never over
Thought the treaties may be signed
The memories of the battles
Are forever in our minds
War is never over
So when you welcome heroes home
Remember in their minds they hold
Memories known to them alone
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Strephon.
You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines,
You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies,
You Satyrs ioyde with free and quiet forests,
Vouchsafe your silent eares to playning musique,
Which to my woes giues still an early morning;
And drawes the dolor on till wery euening.
Klaius.
......
I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.
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The Sun woke me this morning loud
and clear, saying "Hey! I've been
trying to wake you up for fifteen
minutes. Don't be so rude, you are
only the second poet I've ever chosen
to speak to personally
so why
aren't you more attentive? If I could
burn you through the window I would
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In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War
with Napoleon
In a ferny byway
Near the great South-Wessex Highway,
A homestead raised its breakfast-smoke aloft;
The dew-damps still lay steamless, for the sun had made no sky-way,
And twilight cloaked the croft.
'Twas hard to realize on
......
The last tear fell
at the moment
you vanished from sight.
Silence remained
like a closed door
I could never pass through.
De laatste traan viel
op het moment
toen jij uit het zicht verdween.
De stilte bleef achter
als een gesloten deur
waar ik niet meer doorheen kon.
Die letzte Träne fiel
in dem Moment,
als du aus dem Blickfield
verschwandst.
Die Stille blieb zurück
wie eine verschlossene Tür,
durch die ich nie mehr gehen konnte.
The sky does not rise with joy today.
Its light breaks like glass on the edge
of the earth,
shattered by your silence.
The clouds move slowly,
as if carrying the weight of a name
no longer spoken.
Birds forget the direction of flight.
Even the wind loses interest in dancing.
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After Christina Rossetti
Read me a poem
sing me a song
daylight is fading
soon I'll be gone-
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