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147. Eurydice – from this blackened earth
Sometimes the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls. Walking from Waterloo Station to the City of London, you can read this entire poem along the underpass. Eurydice, by Sue Hubbard...
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154. Thinking blogger award
Hot news from the internet red carpets of Tinseltown is that thanks to EllaElla of From Scratch, this site has been nominated for a Thinking Blogger Award. That must surely have been a misprint,...
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173. Lines on the New Hampshire primary 2008
So. Farewell then Barack Hussein Obama The Audacity of Hope For five January days We believed The world could change And then New Hampshire Told you They’d changed their minds Instead. With apologies...
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177. From white box to empty shell – rebuilding the Royal Shakespeare...
There’s a brick building at the end of the street where I grew up. I run past it every time I’m in Stratford-upon-Avon. Today, it’s just an empty shell. After more than seventy years, a new Royal...
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196. In Shelley’s Sussex footsteps – running from Horsham to Warnham
O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing Ode to the West Wind, Percy Bysshe Shelley — 1819 A new...
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198. This bank and shoal of time – beside the river in Stratford-upon-Avon
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We’d jump the life to come. Macbeth, Act 1, Sc. 7. Why then the world’s mine oyster. – The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act 2, Sc 2. The Roman road crossed the...
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233. Isle of Wight 1: On Tennyson Down
No rock so hard but that a little wave May beat admission in a thousand years Alfred, Lord Tennyson — The Princess (1847) * * * * * The fog is hanging low across the Chalk Downs as ahead of me the...
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23. The uncertain glory of an April day: Shakespeare Marathon 2003
“O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day” – Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act 1, Sc. 3 Picture a fine and blustery English spring day in Stratford-upon- Avon. I’ve returned...
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80. Paul Simon – lines from an English railway platform
I’m sitting on old Guildford station Got a ticket for my destination How I wish I was Homeward bound I’m on a tour by rail you see ‘Cos tonight I’m out in the great City And the day at work’s begun for...
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108. The moonlit door
‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champ’d the grasses Of the forest’s ferny floor. The Listeners Walter de la Mare (1873-1956)...
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