Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Spring Larval Doings

Samuel Coleridge, in vernal prime
'Through wood and dale the sacred river ran'

John Clare resting

'In childhood I sought the edge of the world'

Ted Hughes, hiding...

Byron, awaiting tree to stop flowering and come into leaf

'For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.'

TS Eliot lined up against a swelling bud

'World not world but that which is not world'


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