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Sassoon, Siegfried - The Kiss Print E-mail

Siegfried Sassoon

The Kiss

To these I turn, in these I trust-
Brother Lead and Sister Steel.
To his blind power I make appeal,
I guard her beauty clean from rust.

He spins and burns and loves the air,
And splits a skull to win my praise;
But up the nobly marching days
She glitters naked, cold and fair.

Sweet Sister, grant your soldier this:
That in good fury he may feel
The body where he sets his heel
Quail from your downward darting kiss.

 
Watts, Isaac - from False Greatness Print E-mail

Isaac Watts

from False Greatness

'Tis true, my form is something odd
but blaming me, is blaming God,
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you.

If I could reach from pole to pole
or grasp the ocean with a span,
I would be measured by the soul
The mind's the standard of the Man.

 
Auden, WH - Epitaph on a Tyrant Print E-mail

W H Auden

Epitaph on a Tyrant

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

 

 
Baldrick - War's a Horrid Thing Print E-mail

Baldrick

War's a Horrid Thing 

Hear the words I sing
War's a horrid thing
So I sing sing sing
ding-a-ling-a-ling

 
MacCaig , Norman - Stars and Planets Print E-mail

Norman MacCaig (1910-1996)

Stars and Planets

Trees are cages for them: water holds its breath
To balance them without smudging on its delicate meniscus.
Children watch them playing in their heavenly playground;
Men use them to lug ships across oceans, through firths.

They seem so twinkle-still, but they never cease
Inventing new spaces and huge explosions
And migrating in mathematical tribes over
The steppes of space at their outrageous ease.

It's hard to think that the earth is one -
This poor sad bearer of wars and disasters
Rolls-Roycing round the sun with its load of gangsters,
Attended only by the loveless moon.

 
Anon - Brighten my Heart Print E-mail

Anonymous  

Brighten My Heart

My body is as tense as a cat's
As it stalks its prey.
Lord, relax my body.

My thoughts swirl like willow branches
Caught in  autumn winds.
Lord, still my thoughts.

My soul is as heavy as peat
Freshly dug from the bog.
Lord, lighten my soul.

My heart is as dark as soil
Sodden with the winter rains.
Lord, brighten my heart.

 
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