#a.e.housman

[quotesofthedaycom]

Quote of the day for Thursday, September 10, 2020

[mwsrwritings]

Famous Poem

In valleys green and still by A. E. Housman

Forest Wander, West Virginia

    In valleys green and still     Where lovers wander maying     They hear from over hill     A music playing.     Behind the drum and fife,     Past hawthornwood and hollow,     Through earth and out of life     The soldiers follow.     The soldier's is the trade:     In any wind or weather     He steals the…

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[shabbytigers]

[Asked to define poetry,] “I replied that I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat, but that I thought we both recognized the object by the symptoms which it provokes in us.

A.E. Housman

[thelearninglife]

An Answer to Frances Cornford

An Answer to Frances Cornford

Do you have any favorite poems about trains and train journeys? I was compiling such a list – the way one does on a rainy Tuesday in June – when I discovered this gem from C. K Chesterton. What a delightful put down of a very annoying verse that’s been stuck in my head since I was about eight.

An Answer to Frances Cornford

Why do you rush through the fields in trains, Guessing so much and so much.

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[anthony-sargeant]

Storm Katie caused heavy rain and this is the result Anthony Sargeant took this photograph from the bedroom window of his Shropshire (UK) home this morning 28th March at 11.00am.

[tedeseoboyitsyouidesire]

And the fire and ice fight inside of me, under the suffocating night

A.E.Housman

[thirteen1999]

Final two stanzas of A. E. Houseman's "May."

To-day I shall be strong, No more shall yield to wrong,     Shall squander life no more; Days lost, I know not how, I shall retrieve them now; Now I shall keep the vow     I never kept before.

Ensanguining the skies How heavily it dies     Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound Not further to be found, How hopeless under ground     Falls the remorseful day.

[rattailpanda]

Good creatures, do you love your lives And have you ears for sense? Here is a knife like other knives, That cost me eighteen pence. I need but stick it in my heart And down will come the sky, And earth's foundations will depart And all you folk will die.

A.E. Housman