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Seaweed

Bella chose this poem to read aloud to me last week. I’d never read it before and I was very much taken with it. How lovely to be introduced to a new poem by my daughter. SEAWEED by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. When descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landward in his […]

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a certain slant of light

A Certain Slant of Light

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference – Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any – ‘Tis the seal Despair – An imperial affliction Sent us […]

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Communication before Understanding

Blessed sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden, Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still Even among these rocks,
 Our peace in His will
 And even among these rocks
 Sister, mother
 And spirit of the river, spirit […]

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The Parentheses of Palms

“Kneel to your load, then balance your staggering feet and walk up that coal ladder as they do in time, one bare foot after the next in ancestral rhyme. Because Rhyme remains the parentheses of palms shielding a candle’s tongue, it is the language’s desire to enclose the loved world in its arms; or heft […]

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To Any Reader

To Any Reader by Robert Lewis Stevenson As from the house your mother sees You playing round the garden trees, So you may see, if you will look Through the windows of this book, Another child, far, far away, And in another garden, play. But do not think you can at all, By knocking on […]

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Battle of the Saints

The galleon’s shadow

I In the islet’s museum there is a twisted wine bottle, crusted with fool’s gold from the iron- cold depth below the redoubt. It has been listed variously by experts: one, that a galleon blown by a hurricane out of Cartagena, this far east, had bled a trail of gold bullion and wine from its […]

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A fairer House than Prose

I dwell in Possibility by Emily Dickinson I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars – Impregnable of eye – And for an everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky – Of Visitors – the fairest – […]

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A Living Armoury?

The Dead Crab by Andrew Young A rosy shield upon its back, That not the hardest storm could crack, From whose sharp edge projected out Black pin-point eyes staring about; Beneath, the well-knit cote-armure That gave to its weak belly power; The clustered legs with plated joints That ended in stiletto points; The claws like […]

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