Solo For Ear-Trumpet The carriage brushes through the bright Leaves (violent jets from life to light); Strong polished speed is plunging, heaves Between the showers of bright hot leaves The window-glasses glaze our faces And jar them to the very basis – But they could never put a polish Upon my manners or abolish My most distinct disinclination For calling on a rich relation! In her house – (bulwark built between The life man lives and visions seen) – The sunlight hiccups white as chalk, Grown drunk with emptiness of talk, And silence hisses like a snake – Invertebrate and rattling ache…. Then suddenly EternityDrowns all the houses like a sea And down the street the Trump of DoomBlares madly – shakes the drawing-room Where raw-edged shadows sting forlorn As dank dark nettles. Down the horn Of her ear-trumpet I convey The news that 'It is Judgment Day! ''Speak louder: I don't catch, my dear.' I roared: 'It is the Trump we hear! '' The What?' 'THE TRUMP! ' 'I shall complain! …. the boy-scouts practising again. . Edith Sitwell
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
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Pablo Neruda
It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.
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Virginia Woolf
Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
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Edwin Arnold
The true poem rests between the words.
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Vanna Bonta
Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.
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Mark Strand
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I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... But I am too busy thinking about myself.
Eccentricity is not, as some would believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions...
My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.
I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.
Answers I kept my answers small and kept them near; Big questions bruised my mind but still I let Small answers be a bullwark to my fear. The huge abstractions I kept from the light; Small things I handled and caressed and loved. I let...
