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Sunday Sonnet.

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The Belloc cycle is drawing to a close. If anyone wants to comment about other cycles, do so. XXXITI Of meadows drowsy with Trinacrian bees, Of shapes that moved a rising mist among — Persephone between the Cypress trees — Of lengthier shades along the woodland flung, Of calm upon the hardly whispering seas, Of […]

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Sunday Sonnet

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XXXI The world's a stage. The trifling entrance fee Is paid (by proxy) to the registrar. The Orchestra is very loud and free But plays no music in particular. They do not print a programme, that I know. The caste is large. There isn't any plot. The acting of the piece is far below The […]

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Sunday Sonnet.

This one from Belloc is more like Kipling than Hopkins. But it is Sunday, the theme is death, and I don’t merely want to put a satirical sonnet up. Spring and Fall to a young child Márgarét, áre you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care […]

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This was the sonnet that would have gone up on Christmas Eve. Which would have been wrong. XXVIII But oh t not Lovely Helen, nor the pride Of that most ancient Hium matched with doom. Men murdered Priam in his royal room And Troy was burned with fire and Hector died. For even Hector’s dreadful […]

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Sunday Sonnet

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XXVII Are you the end, Despair, or the poor least Of them that cast great shadows and are lies T That dread the simple and destroy the wise, Fail at the tomb and triumph at the feast ? You were not found on Olivet, dull beast, Nor in Thebaid, when the night’s agonies Dissolved to […]

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