Those Emergency Blues: Favourite Poems XXXVIII

Because everyone, even nurses, deserve poetry. Silent Noon Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,– The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms ‘Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, Are golden kingcup-fields with silver […]

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Those Emergency Blues: Favourite Poems XXXVII

The Apocalypse having been postponed yet again — well, I tend to think sometimes we’re living it anyway. The Second Coming Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere […]

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