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The Poetry Wire - Going From Bard To Verse

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Jun 2020
9:45am, 14 Jun 2020
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Diogenes
It’s Brian Bilston’s birthday today. He’s not happy about who he has to share it with.

Jun 2020
11:15am, 14 Jun 2020
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Peregrinator
Very good. Suggests a new thread - the person you least/most like sharing a birthday with (probably a word for that co-natal, day-twins, …).
Jun 2020
11:29am, 14 Jun 2020
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Serendippily
That is brilliant. I share a birthday with one of c9 good friends. I refer to her as mkII - the improved model. I’m not sure how old they both are but maybe trump was an early factory mistake
Jun 2020
12:38pm, 14 Jun 2020
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LindsD
I love that poem! My OH and my sister share a birthday, which used to be a cause of strife but is no longer now we're old enough to not really want to celebrate :)
Jun 2020
1:31pm, 14 Jun 2020
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chunkywizard
Great poem!
Jun 2020
8:35pm, 14 Jun 2020
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Diogenes
An old favourite:

Gone, Gone Again

By Edward Thomas

Gone, gone again,

May, June, July,

And August gone,

Again gone by,

Not memorable

Save that I saw them go,

As past the empty quays

The rivers flow.

And now again,

In the harvest rain,

The Blenheim oranges

Fall grubby from the trees,

As when I was young—

And when the lost one was here—

And when the war began

To turn young men to dung.

Look at the old house,

Outmoded, dignified,

Dark and untenanted,

With grass growing instead

Of the footsteps of life,

The friendliness, the strife;

In its beds have lain

Youth, love, age, and pain:

I am something like that;

Only I am not dead,

Still breathing and interested

In the house that is not dark:—

I am something like that:

Not one pane to reflect the sun,

For the schoolboys to throw at—

They have broken every one.
Jun 2020
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Diogenes
Doh! Bloody trailing space
Jun 2020
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Diogenes
Gone, Gone Again
By Edward Thomas

Gone, gone again,
May, June, July,
And August gone,
Again gone by,

Not memorable
Save that I saw them go,
As past the empty quays
The rivers flow.

And now again,
In the harvest rain,
The Blenheim oranges
Fall grubby from the trees,

As when I was young—
And when the lost one was here—
And when the war began
To turn young men to dung.

Look at the old house,
Outmoded, dignified,
Dark and untenanted,
With grass growing instead

Of the footsteps of life,
The friendliness, the strife;
In its beds have lain
Youth, love, age, and pain:

I am something like that;
Only I am not dead,
Still breathing and interested
In the house that is not dark:—

I am something like that:
Not one pane to reflect the sun,
For the schoolboys to throw at—
They have broken every one.
Jun 2020
9:44am, 28 Jun 2020
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Peregrinator
Enjoying these: Samuel West and others reading a variety of poems during, though not all about, the pandemic.

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Oct 2020
10:31am, 9 Oct 2020
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Diogenes
Rilke seems to crop up in a lot I have read lately...

Day In Autumn translated by Mary Kinzie

After the summer's yield, Lord, it is time
to let your shadow lengthen on the sundials
and in the pastures let the rough winds fly.

As for the final fruits, coax them to roundness.
Direct on them two days of warmer light
to hale them golden toward their term, and harry
the last few drops of sweetness through the wine.

Whoever's homeless now, will build no shelter;
who lives alone will live indefinitely so,
waking up to read a little, draft long letters,
and, along the city's avenues,
fitfully wander, when the wild leaves loosen.

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