Funeral Blues
By W.H. Auden, 1907-1973, England. Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with …
A Portable Paradise
By Roger Robinson, b.1982, Trinidad/England. And if I speak of Paradise,then I’m speaking of my grandmotherwho told me to carry it alwayson my person, concealed, …
I Choose The Mountain
By Howard Simon, 1960-2013, England. The low lands call I am tempted to answer They are offering me a free dwelling Without having to conquer …
On The Ning Nang Nong
By Spike Milligan, 1918-2002, England. On the Ning Nang Nong Where the Cows go Bong! and the monkeys all say BOO! There’s a Nong Nang …
Sonnets from the Portuguese 43: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806-1861, England. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy …
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Love Armed
By Aphra Behn, 1640-1689, England. Love in Fantastic Triumph sat, Whilst Bleeding Hearts around him flowed, For whom Fresh pains he did Create, And strange …
Solitude
By A.A. Milne, 1882-1956, England. I have a house where I goWhen there’s too many people,I have a house where I goWhere no one can be;I …
A Fairy Song
From “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” (Act 2, Scene 1) by William Shakespeare. Over hill, over dale,Thorough bush, thorough brier,Over park, over pale,Thorough flood, thorough fire!I …
The Owl And The Pussycat
By Edward Lear, 1812-1888, England. The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat,They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up …
Under The Answering Sky
By Denise Riley, b.1948, England. I can manage being alone,can pace out convivial hopeacross my managing ground.Someone might call, later. What do the dead make …