September 1913BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS What need you, being come to sense,But fumble in a greasy tillAnd add the halfpence to the penceAnd prayer to shivering prayer, untilYou have dried the marrow from the bone;For men were born to pray and save:Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,It’s with O’Leary in the grave.Yet they were of aContinue reading “September 1913: poem of the day”
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The city of sleep: poem of the day
THE CITY OF SLEEP BY RUDYARD KIPLING Over the edge of the purple down, Where the single lamplight gleams,Know ye the road to the Merciful Town That is hard by the Sea of Dreams –Where the poor may lay their wrongs away, And the sick may forget to weep?But we – pity us! Oh, pityContinue reading “The city of sleep: poem of the day”
The saddest poem: poem of the day
THE SADDEST POEMBy Pablo Neruda I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.On nights likeContinue reading “The saddest poem: poem of the day”
September Midnight : poem of the day
September MidnightBY SARA TEASDALE Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,Ceaseless, insistent.The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silenceUnder a moon waning and worn, broken,Tired with summer.Let me remember you,Continue reading “September Midnight : poem of the day”
September song: Poem of the day
September SongBY GEOFFREY HILL Undesirable you may have been, untouchableyou were not. Not forgottenor passed over at the proper time.As estimated, you died. Things marched,sufficient, to that end.Just so much Zyklon and leather, patentedterror, so many routine cries.(I have madean elegy for myself itis true)September fattens on vines. Rosesflake from the wall. The smokeof harmlessContinue reading “September song: Poem of the day”
Your goals : quote of the week
Welcome to a brand new chapter Clovers! It’s a new day, new week and a new month. So let’s take this again Happy new month!! The second half of the year seems to be closing in faster than most of us anticipated. I know it may feel a little weird but always start every newContinue reading “Your goals : quote of the week”
The city of sleep: poem of the day
The City of SleepBY RUDYARD KIPLING Over the edge of the purple down, Where the single lamplight gleams,Know ye the road to the Merciful Town That is hard by the Sea of Dreams –Where the poor may lay their wrongs away, And the sick may forget to weep?But we – pity us! Oh, pity us!Continue reading “The city of sleep: poem of the day”
An Irish man foresees his death : poem of the day
An Irish Airman foresees his DeathBY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I know that I shall meet my fateSomewhere among the clouds above;Those that I fight I do not hate,Those that I guard I do not love;My country is Kiltartan Cross,My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,No likely end could bring them lossOr leave them happier than before.Nor law, norContinue reading “An Irish man foresees his death : poem of the day”
Bridges are for burning: Book Review
Hi Clovers! I just wanted to let you all know that I read more books last month than I have done the entire year so I’m super excited. Today I’ll be reviewing the book Bridges are for burning by Bina Idonije What’s it about ? The book talks about 3 friends who have known eachContinue reading “Bridges are for burning: Book Review”
Cold heaven: poem of the day
The Cold HeavenBY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heavenThat seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,And thereupon imagination and heart were drivenSo wild that every casual thought of that and thisVanished, and left but memories, that should be out of seasonWith the hot blood of youth,Continue reading “Cold heaven: poem of the day”
The grey clover 