An air of deep unusualness greeted him, as he opened his door on a blustery autumn morning and set out to walk through the woods.
We overlook everyday beauty dogged by anxiety about the future.
Like as the hart desireth the water brooks, so longeth my soul after thee O God.
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Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
I HAVE desired to go
Where springs not fail,
This anti war poem, written by American poet EE Cummings and published in 1926, is such a perfect specimen of the genre.
Sometimes sad and sometimes not, our stories and our poems, our Green Ladies and our Belles Dames are reflections of our desires and anxieties.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? A reading.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
A reading of “If….” which I made for my YouTube channel.
I have already written a few words about Ode to Autumn but felt minded to record my own reading of it.
Kipling’s poem “If” is profound and moving.
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings