World Book Night Party: BE THERE!
April 18, 2013
guerrilla poetry
April 19, 2012 1 Comment
On this day in 1824, Byron died from a fever in Greece. So what else could we choose to end the day, but this:
She Walks in Beauty
Lord Byron (George Gordon)
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
April 15, 2012
Once again, I’ve been searching the Poetry Archive for a night-themed poem to give you before settling down to bed.
I came up with this:
‘At five a.m. don’t worry, sleep
and dream the un-negotiated deep
while the moon falls back to her day-blue keep
and her mercenary stars retreat.’
Read the rest of the poem (or, even better, listen to Polley reading it himself) here.
Alright, so I’m well aware that I’m posting this poem at the wrong time of night, but I’m posting it now for three reasons:
April 15, 2012
To mark the 100th anniversary of the sinking of RMS Titanic, we’ve found a link to some Titanic-related poems for you:
http://www.webtitanic.net/framepoem.html