Poems from Then to Now ebook
by John Ashby Rolls
Sweet solitude what joy to be aloneIn wild woodshady dell to stay for hours And then the rolling thunder gets awake, And from black clouds the lightning flashes break.
Sweet solitude what joy to be aloneIn wild woodshady dell to stay for hours. Twould soften hearts if they were hard as stone. And then the rolling thunder gets awake, And from black clouds the lightning flashes break. The sunshine's gone, and now an April evening Commences with a dim and mackerel sky. Gold light and woolpacks in the west are leaving, And leaden streaks their splendid place supply. Sheep ointment seems to daub the dead-hued sky, And night shuts up the lightsomeness of day, All dark and absent as a corpse's eye.
Published 1984 by Ashby in Epsom.
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John Ashbery was recognized as one of the greatest 20th-century . My poetry is disjunct, but then so is life.
John Ashbery was recognized as one of the greatest 20th-century American poets. His poems move, often without continuity, from one image to the next, prompting some critics to praise his expressionist technique and others to become frustrated with his refusal to adhere to traditional approaches to meaning.
Now it was reduced to a bright particular atom, deep blue and exemplary. Call me irresponsible, I’ll be back in August, after the cherries have left. How motivated is that? From Where Shall I Wander ; reprinted with permission from Ecco Press.
John Donne, The Poems of John Donne (Volume 1); Miscellaneous Poems (Songs and Sonnets) Elegies. Epithalamions, or Marriage Songs. From rest and sleep, which but thy picture be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Books bring us gifts from long ago And hints of future days, And lead the mind refreshingly On unfamiliar ways. Books are the chests of pirate gold Where wealth in stories lies As varied as the clouds that blow Across November skies. Reading Books By Vivian G. Gouled
Books bring us gifts from long ago And hints of future days, And lead the mind refreshingly On unfamiliar ways. Gouled. I like to read all kinds of books To entertain myself, And so I’m glad when I can take A book down from the shelf. I like the picture books of planes, Of flowers, birds, and ships From which I can imagine that I’m taking wonder trips
All Nature Has a Feeling". An Invite To Eternity (rus).