Tag Archives: British Poetry

SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: JOANNA CHEN

I WILL ALWAYS GO BACK By Joanna Chen I will always go back to my brother’s voice, not yet fully broken, counting to ten, the leaves crackling underfoot, the snag of an oak branch on my old red coat as … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: D H LAWRENCE

A WHITE BLOSSOM by D H Lawrence A tiny moon as white and small as a single jasmine flower Leans all alone above my window, on night’s wintry bower, Liquid as lime-tree blossom, soft as brilliant water or rain She … Continue reading

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FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: TOM RAWORTH

THE MOON UPOON THE WATERS by TOM RAWORTH   the green of days : the chimneys alone : the green of days and the women the whistle : the green of days and the women the whistle of me entering … Continue reading

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FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: William Wordsworth

A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal by William Wordsworth A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force; … Continue reading

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FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: PHILIP LARKIN

HIGH WINDOWS by Philip Larkin When I see a couple of kids And guess he’s fucking her and she’s Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm, I know this is paradise Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives— Bonds and … Continue reading

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

By William Butler Yeats: NO SECOND TROY Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways, Or hurled the little streets upon the … Continue reading

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SUNDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: “If” by Rudyard Kipling

  IF by Rudyard Kipling   If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting … Continue reading

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