Daily Archives: September 22, 2015

Moonlight – Victoria Sackville West

What time the meanest brick and stone  Take on a beauty not their own,  And past the flaw of builded wood  Shines the intention whole and good,  And all the little homes of man  Rise to a dimmer, nobler span;  … Continue reading

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Making Cider – Victoria Sackville West

I saw within the wheelwright’s shed  The big round cartwheels, blue and red;  A plough with blunted share;  A blue tin jug; a broken chair;  And paint in trial patchwork square  Slapping up against the wall;  The lumber of the … Continue reading

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Sailing Ships  – Victoria Sackville West

Lying on Downs above the wrinkling bay  I with the kestrels shared the cleanly day,  The candid day; wind-shaven, brindled turf;  Tall cliffs; and long sea-line of marbled surf  From Cornish Lizard to the Kentish Nore  Lipping the bulwarks of … Continue reading

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