Poetry

FIRST-DAY THOUGHTS In calm and cool and silence, once again I find my old accustomed place among My brethren, here, perchance, no human tongue Shall utter words; where never hymn is sung, Nor deep-toned organ blown, nor censer swung Nor dim light falling through the pictured pane! There, syllabled by silence, let...

02 April, 2010 /

A VALEDICTION FORBIDDING MOURNING by John Donne As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, "Now his breath goes," and some say, "No." So let us melt, and make no noise,                                       5 No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ; 'Twere profanation...

30 March, 2010 /