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Posted by alexandra_k on February 4, 2005, at 3:02:02
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head, as she rode by.Robert Graves, 1925.
Posted by alexandra_k on February 4, 2005, at 6:26:06
In reply to Love Without Hope, posted by alexandra_k on February 4, 2005, at 3:02:02
I used to love poetry. I don't really read it much anymore. This is one that I really enjoyed that I heard in my first year at varsity. I remember the lecturer describing it really vividly so maybe that has a lot to do with why I like it so much, I don't know.
I see a really enormously tall top hat with all these birds flying around imprisoned inside.
And the squire and his daughter thunder past on their horses, probably splashing him with mud or something on the way past.
And he just smiles and acts with kindness.
Love without hope.
Posted by Damos on February 20, 2005, at 15:40:36
In reply to Re: Love Without Hope, posted by alexandra_k on February 4, 2005, at 6:26:06
Hiya Kiddo,
Ever read "The Little Dogs Day" by "Rupert Brooke"? He was a contemporary of Grave and "Wilfred Owen". You might like "Bruce Dawe" too, he's an Aussie and I loved his stuff as a kid - still do.
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