قراءة كتاب Mice & Other Poems
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....Only a chuckle.
The Grudge
We grudged not those that were dearer than all we possessed,
Lovers, brothers, sons.
Our hearts were full, and out of a full heart
We gave our beloved ones.(Laurence Binyon)
We are of baser quality: we have been
Tried by fire and judged a spurious gold.
We are little of soul; and yet in our pigmy way
We have suffered and loved with a love that cannot be told.
Tried by fire and judged a spurious gold.
We are little of soul; and yet in our pigmy way
We have suffered and loved with a love that cannot be told.
Being less than you, we did not eagerly quaff
The cup of gall: we prayed that it might pass.
We are not gods: we are pitiful human stuff;
And the blood of our passion has stained Gethsemane's grass.
The cup of gall: we prayed that it might pass.
We are not gods: we are pitiful human stuff;
And the blood of our passion has stained Gethsemane's grass.
We were not blind to the vision. We heard the call
And followed, or watched our belovèd steadfastly go.
But our grief is naked, and shivers, and will not be soothed
By splendid phrases, or clothed in a moral glow.
And followed, or watched our belovèd steadfastly go.
But our grief is naked, and shivers, and will not be soothed
By splendid phrases, or clothed in a moral glow.
We cannot say for our comfort: 'Losing them,
We gain a glimpse of noble terrible heights,
A cleansing exquisite pain, a sacred grief,
A dream to cherish'—we think of the vanished lights;
We gain a glimpse of noble terrible heights,
A cleansing exquisite pain, a sacred grief,
A dream to cherish'—we think of the vanished lights;
We think of the fine nerves shattered, the warm blood chilled,
The laughter silenced, the zest and the beauty gone,
The desolation of wasted wonderful dreams
That will never be lived, of work that cannot be done.
The laughter silenced, the zest and the beauty gone,
The desolation of wasted wonderful dreams
That will never be lived, of work that cannot be done.
Wedding Day
Was it for this we loved: to settle down
(Having once paid the necessary fee)
In some nice suburb not too far from town,
To eat and sleep and kiss complacently,
Loving by rote as decent people do:
Was it for this we hungered, I and you?
(Having once paid the necessary fee)
In some nice suburb not too far from town,
To eat and sleep and kiss complacently,
Loving by rote as decent people do:
Was it for this we hungered, I and you?
A lover's vows are gossamer, they say;
But we have registered our mutual vow
For seven and sixpence, dearest. Yesterday
There was but love to bind our hearts, but now
We owe it to the Vicar to be good
And love each other as we said we would.
But we have registered our mutual vow
For seven and sixpence, dearest. Yesterday
There was but love to bind our hearts, but now
We owe it to the Vicar to be good
And love each other as we said we would.
That promise at the altar is a link
(Which only death can break) between us two;
For every time I kiss you I shall think:
'How this would please the Vicar if he knew!'
And we shall put our youthful dreams to bed,
And so live on—long after we are dead.
(Which only death can break) between us two;
For every time I kiss you I shall think:
'How this would please the Vicar if he knew!'
And we shall put our youthful dreams to bed,
And so live on—long after we are dead.
We are made one. One mind will serve us both.
('Oh yes, we think Locke's novels rather
('Oh yes, we think Locke's novels rather