The Two Voices |
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I wonder'd, while I paced along:The woods were fill'd so full with song,There seem'd no room for sense of wrong;
And all so variously wrought,I marvell'd how the mind was broughtTo anchor by on...
Posted by Lilac Divine on Wed, 14 May 2008 02:28:00 PST |
In memoriam Arthur C. Clarke (16 December 1917 19 March 2008) |
A single brilliant star glowed in the centre of the screen; no one could have told, from this distance, that the Sun had ever possessed planets or that one of them had now been lost. For a long time K...
Posted by Lilac Divine on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 02:10:00 PST |
In memoriam Hugo Claus (5 April 1929 - 19 March 2008) |
ENVOI
Mijn verzen staan nog wat te gapen.Ik word dit nooit gewoon. Zij hebben hier lang genoeg gewoond.Genoeg. Ik stuur ze ’t huis uit. ik wil niet wachtentot hun tenen koud zijn.Ongehinderd doo...
Posted by Lilac Divine on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 02:01:00 PST |
Prospero |
You do look, my son, in a moved sort, As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air:...
Posted by Lilac Divine on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 10:56:00 PST |
First Fig |
My candle burns at both ends;It will not last the night;But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--It gives a lovely light!
Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
Posted by Lilac Divine on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 11:42:00 PST |
Stars, I have seen them fall |
Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and dieNo star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky.The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault;It rains into the sea,&nb...
Posted by Lilac Divine on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 12:28:00 PST |
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning |
As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say The breath goes now, and some say, No:
So let us melt, and make n...
Posted by Lilac Divine on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 02:13:00 PST |
Revelation |
We make ourselves a place apartBehind light words that tease and flout,But oh, the agitated hearTill someone really find us out.'Tis pity if the case require(Or so we say) that in the endWe speak the ...
Posted by Lilac Divine on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 01:25:00 PST |
Porphyria’s Lover |
The rain set early in to-night,The sullen wind was soon awake,It tore the elm-tops down for spite,And did its worst to vex the lake:I listened with heart fit to break.When glided in Porphyria; straigh...
Posted by Lilac Divine on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 02:39:00 PST |
