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The years at the spring;
The day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn:
God's in his heaven...
All's right with the world!
Robert Browning. |
Last updated 26th December 1997
To write poetry I have to be inspired. I can be moved by an event, an occasion, a person, even an insect. Unfortunately I'm not inspired very often, so I don't write much poetry. Even if I did write a lot of the stuff, I am not conceited enough to think that thousands of people would come here to read it, it's not good enough. So this is a collection of my favourite poetry by just about everyone else, ( and a bit of mine ). Some of the poetry is well known and some not so. No doubt there will be some you will like and some you will not. Some may even bring back a memory. I hope you find one or two of those here.
If you have written any lines yourself and would like to have them included in this collection, then e-mail your work to me, preferably with a bio and it will go in the guest pages.
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To poets long dead And poetry long read, I've devoted this site to you. But between all the dead guys, The love and the wet eyes, You'll find some of my stuff too. There'll be some that you'll hate, And some to can't wait To click on the name and read. For the years long before, You'll bless them I'm sure For the memories we all need. I know you can't wait, So don't hesitate To follow whose gone before. For grief and affection Joy and rejection Await behind yonder door. |
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