A place where woman never smiled or wept;
There to abide
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie:
The grass below - above the vaulted sky.
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The last day of May and this place is as green as greenery gets. It’s a place for all seasons. Today it rained. It is soothing and eternal. The dog and I pass through. I’m grateful for the sheer beauty of it. I’ll see it again. Soon.
"I fear these tory radicals, these out of place patriots (or parrots) who are so loud in their insults against the present ministry, only want to make paddles of the people to sail into their harbours of old sinecures and then to be again themselves they will be as silent of suffering people and all such alusions—as an old maid of her age or an old borough monger of common honesty." - John Clare
The #Dadaist Town Crier proclaims:
Hear Yes! Hear No!
Hear Yea! Yeah Yeah!
Howls the deal -
The philosophy of the library
there are no virgin honey penguins
found in the bathroom -
they rise and vanish, an oblivious ghost,
shadows of life, whose very souls lost,
When the inmate stirs, the birds retire discreetly
From the window-ledge, whereon they whistled sweetly
#TownCrierASongOrPoem
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I love the fitful gust that shakes
The casement all the day,
And from the glossy elm tree takes
The faded leaves away,
Twirling them by the window pane
With thousand others down the lane.
#JohnClare (~1832) #poetry #poem