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“Martinmass” by John Clare

“Martinmass” by John Clare written on 11 Nov 1841.
‘Tis Martinmass from rig to rig
Ploughed fields and meadow lands are blea
In hedge and field each restless twig
Is dancing on the naked tree
Flags in the dykes are bleached and brown
Docks by its … Continue reading

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OLDIE PODCAzT 127: The Eve of St Agnes and a Bleak Midwinter

Yesterday I neglected to repost, on the very Eve of St. Agnes, a PODCAzT I made a while back.  HERE
I, fan of poetry that I am, read out Keat’s poem, 42 Spencerian stanzas.  It is very romantic and torrid and … Continue reading

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The Blessed Virgin compared to the Air we Breathe

The Blessed Virgin compared to the Air we Breathe
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Wild air, world-mothering air,
Nestling me everywhere,
That each eyelash or hair
Girdles; goes home betwixt
The fleeciest, frailest-flixed
Snowflake; that ’s fairly mixed
With, riddles, and is rife
In every least thing’s life;
This needful, never spent,
And … Continue reading

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Third Sunday After Easter – by John Keble

Third Sunday After Easter
John Keble (a leading figure in the Oxford Movement, but who did not swim the Tiber)
[A woman when she is in travail hath sorrow, because her hour is come; but as soon as she is delivered of … Continue reading

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Ash Wednesday by T.S. Eliot

Have you ever read or studied T.S Eliot’s poem Ash Wednesday?
You should have, you know.
Let us not let Ash Wednesday pass without at least touching on the poem.
If you have never read or heard it, at least you can hear … Continue reading

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Via the Laudator:
Robert Southey (1774-1843), To a Goose:
If thou didst feed on western plains of yore;
Or waddle wide with flat and flabby feet
Over some Cambrian mountain’s plashy moor;
Or find in farmer’s yard a safe retreat
From gipsy thieves, and foxes sly … Continue reading

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“I collect books just as others store grain….”

From the Laudator comes something with which I can sympathize:
Yuan Mei (1716–1797), Book Storage, tr. J.D.Schmidt:
I collect books just as others store grain,
And bitterly complain I don’t have enough granaries.
In order to make space for a myriad ancient men,
I end … Continue reading

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“From office confinement all year long,…”

With a biretta tip to the Laudator:
Wei Yingwu (737–792), East of the Town, tr. Witter Bynner:
From office confinement all year long,
I have come out of town to be free this morning
Where willows harmonize the wind
And green hills lighten the cares … Continue reading

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PODCAzT 129: Of the solstice, and The Baptist, and summer poems

Here is a little PODCAzT after a long hiatus. Today, the Summer Solstice, I talk about the Summer Solstice, but in light of St. Augustine and St. John the Baptist. I mentioned this in another post, but I spin it … Continue reading

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Vespers, with a twist

Via the estimable Laudator comes this nice Chinese poem, which touches on themes of fishing, quiet, moonlight, common to many of the verses of the Tang dynasty scholars.
Wang Wei (699-759), To Subprefect Chang (tr. Irving Y. Lo):
In late years, I love … Continue reading

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