National Poetry Day

rupert

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Soldier

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,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;

And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,

In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

 Rupert Brooke

Thanks to Paula H. for suggesting this poem

 

mervyn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With People, So With Trees

 With people, so with trees.

Where there are either, men or trees, some will remain aloof

While others cluster where one stops to breathe some dusky secret.

Some complain

And some gesticulate and some are blind;

Some toss their heads above green towns;

Some freeze for lack of love in copses of mankind;

Some laugh; some mourn.

With people, so with trees.

Mervyn Peake

Thanks to Chris for this choice

 

seamus

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scaffolding

Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test out the scaffolding;

Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.

And yet all this comes down when the job’s done
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.

So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me

Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall.

Seamus Heaney

Suggested by the editor

 

 

 

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