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The Seaside – Lee Harwood

(for Peter Ruppell) You wrote such a love poem that I wasdumb-founded & left to scratch the sandAlone in the surf I couldn’t join the bait-diggersI’d left my fork and bucket at home& I am not rough by nature You … Continue reading

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The Final Painting – Lee Harwood

The white cloud passed over the landthere is sea always round the landthe sky is blue always above the cloudthe cloud in the blue continues to move– nothing is limited by the canvas or frame –the white cloud can be … Continue reading

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A Twinkle in Her Eyes – Majeed Amjad

Who can say Why her eyes, Those playmates of the hamlet where Beauty dwells, Why her eyes smile that way ? When notes arising from her soul, That Temple-Palace of Music, And traipsing through the land of glad tidings, Mirthfully … Continue reading

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Windy Nights – Robert Louis Stevenson

Whenever the moon and stars are set,Whenever the wind is high,All night long in the dark and wet,A man goes riding by.Late in the night when the fires are out,Why does he gallop and gallop about?Whenever the trees are crying … Continue reading

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Fairy Bread – Robert Louis Stevenson

Come up here, O dusty feet!Here is fairy ready to eat.Here in my retiring room,Children, you may dineOn the golden smell of broomAnd the shade of pine;And when you have eaten well,Fairy stories hear and tell. 

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Block City – Robert Louis Stevenson

What are you able to build with your blocks?Castles and palaces, temples and docks.Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,But I can be happy and building at home. Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea, There I’ll establish … Continue reading

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My Love Was Warm – Robert Louis Stevenson

MY love was warm; for that, I crossedThe mountains and the sea,Nor counted that endeavor lostThat gave my love to me. If that indeed were love at all,As still, my love, I trow,By what dear name am I to callThe … Continue reading

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