Quote of the week

Hello Clovers! I hope your weekend was splendid? So have you got something you’ve been planning to do for a while? Putting off till another day? Here’s my advice to you. START NOW! START TODAY! Stop looking for excuses. If you don’t start, you’ll just keep procrastinating. Sometimes, it may feel a little overwhelming withContinue reading “Quote of the week”

Love after love

Love After LoveBy Derek WalcottThe time will comewhen, with elation,you will greet yourself arrivingat your own door, in your own mirror,and each will smile at the other’s welcome,And say, sit here. Eat.You will love again the stranger who was yourself.Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heartto itself, to the stranger who has loved youallContinue reading “Love after love”

All the world’s a stage

All The World’s A StageBy William ShakespeareAll the world’s a stage,And all the men and women merely players:They have their exits and their entrances;And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.And then the whining school-boy, with his satchelAnd shining morningContinue reading “All the world’s a stage”

If you forget me

If You Forget MeBy Pablo NerudaI want you to knowone thing.You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists,aromas, light, metals,were little boatsthat sailtowardContinue reading “If you forget me”

The way through the woods

The Way Through The WoodsBy Rudyard KiplingTHEY shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago.Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never knowThere was once a path through the woods Before they planted the trees:It is underneath the coppice and heath, And the thin anemones. Only the keeper seesThat, whereContinue reading “The way through the woods”

The fish

The FishBy Elizabeth BishopI caught a tremendous fishand held him beside the boathalf out of water, with my hookfast in a corner of his mouth.He didn’t fight.He hadn’t fought at all.He hung a grunting weight,battered and venerableand homely. Here and therehis brown skin hung in stripslike ancient wallpaper,and its pattern of darker brownwas like wallpaper:shapesContinue reading “The fish”