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By: Alin Marin | February 23, 2010

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.
The fire-fly wakens; waken thou with me.

Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.

Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.

Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.

Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake.
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.

Category: daily 

Tags: daily, english, dart poetry 

By: Alin Marin | February 22, 2010

by Edna Wyley

How our hands swayed through
reeds today, brushing against joy --
the curlew calling us on in single file,
the others back in the cottage and us free,
marvelling at how we'd come this far, our voices
rising clear along the soggy path to the jetty,
the lake rippling with rudd and perch.
What comes next we can only guess,
can only wonder at where we are now,
at the top of this green, sloping field,
the quiet inside of us growing.

Category: daily 

Tags: daily, english, dart poetry 

By: Alin Marin | February 18, 2010

by Gerry Murphy

When you came into the bar
that Sunday afternoon,
the entire clientele
tilted precariously on their stools
to steal a glimpse
of you spell-binding beauty.
When you reached across the counter
to collect your pint and crisps,
creaking in those poured-into denims,
the famous stopped clock shuddered
and began to click again.

Welcome to oblivion.

Category: daily 

Tags: daily, english, dart poetry 

By: Alin Marin | February 05, 2010

by W S Merwin

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its colour.

Category: daily 

Tags: daily, english, dart poetry 

By: Alin Marin | February 01, 2010

by Eamonn Bonner

The neighbours were still up and talking
I could see their hall light and TV,
will they know that I’ve gone in the morning
and what will they say about me?

I’ve just climbed out of my window
I’ve just stepped out of my mind
and I’m catching the last train at midnight and leaving
my old life behind

Ain’t it funny how time passes slowly
if you’re watching a clock on the wall?
When the train whistles in and it takes me away
you know I won’t look back at all.

I’ve just climbed out of my window
I’ve stepped out of my mind
and I’m catching the last train at midnight and leaving
my old life behind.

Category: daily 

Tags: daily, dart poetry