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Category: Poetry
Advent Calendar, by Rowan Williams (Advent 2021)
Greetings, friends! Here we are arrived at another Advent and I’d like to share some Advent poetry with you, as I did last year. I will keep the commentary to a minimum, as is my usual habit, and allow you to soak up the verses as they are. Enjoy and ponder. Advent Calendarby Rowan Williams … Continue reading Advent Calendar, by Rowan Williams (Advent 2021)
Lament for the Rohirrim, by J.R.R. Tolkien (Remembrance Day 2021)
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? / Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? / Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Take Up The Tale, by Malcolm Guite
As I walked out one morning / All in the soft fine rain / It seemed as though a silver veil / Was shining over hill and vale / As though some lovely long-lost spell / Had made all new again ...
Heron, by Robert Macfarlane
Here hunts heron. Here haunts heron. / Huge-hinged heron. Grey-winged weapon. / Eked from iron and wreaked from blue and / beaked with steal: heron, statue, seeks eel...
The Pied Piper of Hamelin, by Robert Browning
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, / By famous Hanover city; / The river Weser, deep and wide, / Washes its wall on the southern side; / a pleasanter spot you never spied; / But, when begins my ditty, / Almost five hundred years ago, / To see the townsfolk suffer so / From vermin, was a pity...
The Path to the Moon, by Madeline C. Thomas
I long to sail the path to the moon / On a deep blue night, when the wind is cool: / A glist’ning path, that runs out to sea. / Silver the sails to carry me, / To carry, carry, carry me over the sea...
My Lagan Love, by Joseph Campbell
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby / There blows a lily fair; / The twilight gleam is in her eye, / The night is on her hair. / And like a lovesick lenanshee, / She hath my heart in thrall; / Nor life I owe, nor liberty, / For love is lord of all...
“What the Bird Said Early in the Year,” by C.S. Lewis (Advent 2020, Week 4)
I heard in Addison’s Walk a bird sing clear: / This year the summer will come true. This year. This year. / Winds will not strip the blossom from the apple trees / This year, nor want of rain destroy the peas...
O Come, O Come, Emmanuel, trans. by John M. Neale & Henry S. Coffin (Advent 2020, Week 3)
O come, O come, Emmanuel, / And ransom captive Israel, / That mourns in lonely exile here / Until the Son of God appear. / Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel / Shall come to thee, O Israel! ...