Posts Tagged: poetry

When You are Old

Tomorrow is Burns night, but for some reason this evening I turn to Yeats. I had not realised just how many of his poems permeated my childhood.  Triggering lost memories of people now gone. Happy Burns Night, whatever you do. We are

When You are Old

Tomorrow is Burns night, but for some reason this evening I turn to Yeats. I had not realised just how many of his poems permeated my childhood.  Triggering lost memories of people now gone. Happy Burns Night, whatever you do. We are

Whispers

Before I go on, have a read of this poem: Daughter There is so much that I love about this. I’ll teach her to be whole, to be holy, to be so much that she doesn’t even need me anymore.

Whispers

Before I go on, have a read of this poem: Daughter There is so much that I love about this. I’ll teach her to be whole, to be holy, to be so much that she doesn’t even need me anymore.