So may beginnings always follow ends.
Though time is treasonable, may we stand
Gathered each year, a stubborn-hearted band
Whose gaiety rises like a litany
Under the dying ornamental tree.
New Year Morning - Adrienne Rich (1952)
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So may beginnings always follow ends.
Though time is treasonable, may we stand
Gathered each year, a stubborn-hearted band
Whose gaiety rises like a litany
Under the dying ornamental tree.
New Year Morning - Adrienne Rich (1952)
www.newyorker.com/magazine/195...
God, give us a long winter
and quiet music, and patient mouths,
and a little pride – before
our age ends.
Give us astonishment
and a flame, high, bright.
- Adam Zagajewski, translated by Clare Cavanagh #wintersolstice #poetry
God, give us a long winter
and quiet music, and patient mouths,
and a little pride – before
our age ends.
Give us astonishment
and a flame, high, bright.
- Adam Zagajewski, translated by Clare Cavanagh #wintersolstice #poetry
Last picture by chronicler & spy John Hardyng - a 1457 map of Scotland, drawn to encourage Henry VI of England to invade.
Last picture by chronicler & spy John Hardyng - a 1457 map of Scotland, drawn to encourage Henry VI of England to invade.
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250 years after the birth of #JaneAusten, ten writers & thinkers discuss her work, wit & influence - incl @realbaddiel.bsky.social & @valmcdermid.bsky.social in conversation with Paula Byrne www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m...
250 years after the birth of #JaneAusten, ten writers & thinkers discuss her work, wit & influence - incl @realbaddiel.bsky.social & @valmcdermid.bsky.social in conversation with Paula Byrne www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m...
Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;
The sun is spent, and now his flasks
Send forth light squibs, no constant rays;
The world's whole sap is sunk;
#JohnDonne #otd #StLucysDay 13 Dec
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44122/...
Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;
The sun is spent, and now his flasks
Send forth light squibs, no constant rays;
The world's whole sap is sunk;
#JohnDonne #otd #StLucysDay 13 Dec
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44122/...
There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes –
There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes –
The green moss shines with icey glare,
The long grass bends its spear-like form…
Reflection too may love the hour
When Nature, hid in Winter's grave,
No more expands the bursting bud
Or bids the flowret bloom.
The green moss shines with icey glare,
The long grass bends its spear-like form…
Reflection too may love the hour
When Nature, hid in Winter's grave,
No more expands the bursting bud
Or bids the flowret bloom.