If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derek Drew
Keeps copying my work, Miss.
What shall I do?
Go and sit in the hall, dear.
Go and sit in the sink.
Take your books on the roof, my lamb.
Do whatever you think.
Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
Happy are men who yet before they are killed
Can let their veins run cold.
Whom no compassion fleers
Or makes their feet
Sore on the alleys cobbled with their brothers.
The front line withers,
But they are troops who fade, not flowers
For poets' tearful fooling:
Because this graveyard is a hill,
I must climb up to see my dead,
stopping once midway to rest
beside this tree.
It was here, between the anticipation
of exhaustion, and exhaustion,
between vale and peak,
my father came down to me
rose petals on breeze
a dress up gown for downtown
a moonlit sunset
cushioned beauty and comfort
noon butterfly's wings
garden of my bleeding hearts
a burgundy bloom
sunset colored deepest red
a bright day garden
and lush green surrounds
in the silence of summer
warm winds are blowing
peach sunshine gleaming
as I sit on my porch stair
I was lost in exotic lush greenery,
And quite lost in my deep thoughts,
Yet aware of the blossoming scenery,
Of riverbank stones slimy with moss.
I was lost in woods, nature's heart,
Gone green out of civilized society,
Off to myself, amidst natural arts,
Along an obscure pathway of quietly.
a trellis cascade
creeping beauty on the fence
in pink white or red
my purple climber
been around, going somewhere
new as morning dew
pretty whites and blues
happy on my garden wall