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A War Song to Englishmen

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William Blake (1757–1827). Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war, Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb; Th’ Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands, And casts them out upon the darken’d earth!                     Prepare, prepare!         Prepare your hearts for Death’s cold hand! prepare Your souls for flight...

St. Anthony’s Sermon To The Fishes

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Saint Anthony at church Was left in the lurch, So he went to the ditches And preached to the fishes. They wriggled their tails, In the sun glanced their scales. The carps, with their spawn, Are all thither drawn; Have opened their jaws, Eager for each clause. No sermon beside Had the carps so edified. Sharp-snouted pikes, Who keep fighting like tikes, Now swam up harmonious To hear Saint Antonius...

To the Muses

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WHETHER on Ida’s shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun, that now From ancient melody have ceas’d; Whether in Heaven ye wander fair,         Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove, Beneath the bosom of the sea         Wand’ring in...

The Lonely Walk

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To W.S.B.  When the grey evening spreads a calm around,   Tell me, has thy bewilder’d fancy sought, Retir’d in some sequestered spot of ground,   Rest, from the labour of eternal thought? When, wrapt in self, the soul enjoys repose,   The wearied brain resigns its fervent heat, In dream-like musing every care we lose,   And wind our way with slowly-moving feet...

I’m waiting…

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I’m waiting by my log-fire while the hours gently wander, while the stars all are roaming and nights come and go. I’m waiting for a woman who comes from far yonder – the dearest one, the dearest one with blue eyes aglow. I thought of a roaming and snow-covered flower and dreamt of a teasing laugh trembling and slight, Imagined my dearest came here to my bower through the forest, over moorland one...

Guillaume Apollinaire: ‘Rhénane d’automne’ (English translation)

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Rhenish autumn To Toussaint-Luca The children of the dead come and play  In the cemetery  Martin Gertrude Hans and Henri  No cockerel has crowed today  Adoodleday  The old women Walk along slowly with tearful faces And the good-natured donkeys Bray hee-haw and start guzzling the flowers  Of the funeral wreaths It’s the day of the dead and of all their souls  The...

Jamais

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Jamais, avez-vous dit, tandis qu’autour de nous Résonnait de Schubert la plaintive musique; Jamais, avez-vous dit, tandis que, malgré vous, Brillait de vos grands yeux l’azur mélancolique. Jamais, répétiez-vous, pâle et d’un air si doux Qu’on eût cru voir sourire une médaille antique. Mais des trésors secrets l’instinct fier et pudique Vous couvrit de rougeur, comme...

The Wind Whistles

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The wind whistles on all sides, Scrapes the wood, breaks the branches! With all the force of its flight Sweeping across, rushing over the world. Whistling a song – to the horizon! About the courageous fighter who fights For his whole life For an idea, for his principles. May this hope always follow him: That, when death overcomes him, New fighters will appear Take up his flag, Whistling a song...

What Do We Plant?

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What do we plant when we plant the tree? We plant the ship, which will cross the sea. We plant the mast to carry the sails; We plant the planks to withstand the gales – The keel, the keelson, the beam, the knee; We plant the ship when we plant the tree. What do we plant when we plant the tree? We plant the houses for you and me. We plant the rafters, the shingles, the floors, We plant the...