Poetry: Stevenson – Block City

Yet as I saw it, I see it again, The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men, And as long as I live and where'er I may be, I'll always remember my town by the sea.

Poetry: Frost – A Dust of Snow

The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock tree Has given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued. I've mentioned before in previous posts that I have a particular love of short poetry. This piece is no different. I think I first read Frost's poem …

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Poetry: Hardy – The Darkling Thrush

"An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom."

Poetry: Thomas – Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying …

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Poetry: Frost – In a Disused Graveyard

"The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never any more the dead."