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Letter from V
Dearest As you may be aware Toby and I are currently in the Lake District. The weather is wonderful as I hope it is for you although the newspaper’s report quite dreadful weather where you are stationed. I trust that they are erroneous in their reporting. Today we visited the Screes at Wastwater which I […]
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Battlefields (The War Diaries of F.W.Sol)
The Sniper Behind the burnt trees the ochre dawn was planning its strategy for the day. All armies were massing; it would be a good day for a battle I thought as I filled my musket. My first cloudy shot killed a passing sniper who like me had awoken an hour earlier. Unlike me he […]
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The French Garden
Do not brush the pollen from your skirts Lilly Franks You dance with violence in my orchard a branch rips your blouse and your breast is exposed the bees feed on your nectar You name one of these bees Vivid Princess and tell her stories of a Bee-Wolf Who lives in a dovecote and powders […]
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Proud Stone
My proud stone was reading Malherbe Et La Poesie Francaise whilst sitting next to Constance Wilde
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Charlotte Corday
Hidden in the watermarks of your letter you write of your carriage full of butterflies of many colours I think of your delicate education as I cross these fields of iron
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Albatross Poem (Beachy Head)
From where I stand I can see the decaying angel Strong in the sea Under the sheltering cliff My Johnny lies fallow In her milk-chalk reflection All paths lead to her beacon I sound the clouds And they reply With their normal gun-gash ferocity These are my thoughts of renewal
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Pale Windflowers
The truth is, said Lois Is that I do not really like milk Especially from that jug At a nearby railway station her father was opening the white picket gate and was receiving the congratulation of his sister who was meeting him from the train. I should like to visit Portugal and the countries […]
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December Moon Diary
17th of the Month When viewed from a train You seem much smaller Or am I becoming more distant? 18th of the Month As the early clouds evaporate I see you naked In your chilled bed 21st of the Month During the short hours You remain hidden But I have seen you In […]
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Poems by George Dymock (Fragments)
The Boar Hunt A hermit named Ellis Placed a fiery cross In front of his hut To detain the hunt He looked silently At the hunters Who bade him farewell On the Eve of Christmas Fair Anne Riddell is detained This night with child As tradition notes She must spend The Lords […]
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The Royal Edinburgh Light Dragoons
Oh men of discipline Defend thee thy city walls From all invaders And let the widows Of the past Look upon the likenesses Of their sons A short poem by a George Dymock (1810-1846) found amongst his papers