You are too young to fall asleep forever... remembering Siegfried Sassoon's brilliance
Reading
George Orwell in Quotes
At 50, everyone has the face he deserves - and other great Orwell quotes
Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war
Shakespeare prophecying doom and gloom
Herman Melville: you won’t get the better of me
Me vs the Leviathan
Song Lyric Sunday: Memorial Day
One of the things I love about Helen's weekly prompt to share a song is the glimpse it gives me into the lives of people in different countries. This week's theme - a song about the armed forces - is inspired by the fact that it's Memorial Day in the United States. I'd never heard … Continue reading Song Lyric Sunday: Memorial Day
Herman Melville: nice alliteration, shame about the word count
I started reading Moby Dick: I may live to regret it.
They Went to Sea in a Sieve
Why the Jumblies is better than the Owl & the Pussycat
Lord Byron: my 19th Century Celebrity Crush
'Mad, bad and dangerous to know' - what's not to love?
The Girls In My Backyard (alternate version)
My blogger friend Peter of Peter’s Ponderings recommended this blog to me – I clicked on the link and found this lovely poem, which made me cry so I’m sharing it!
The girls in my back yard
Are running to and fro:
They’re dashing through a sprinkler,
And laughing as they go
The grass is green and rich,
The fence is high and far;
There’s brewing tea out in the sun
Inside a big glass jar
My wife is at my side,
We’re watching the “stampede” –
We see the world, and it is good.
There’s nothing left to need
The girls in my back yard:
My God, I love them so,
Though they grew up and moved away
So many years ago
Yes, long ago they laughed,
Along with my late wife —
From this back door, I hear, and feel
What used to be
My life
No Man is an Island – John Donne
John Donne sums up Brexit
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