A frost came in the night and stole my world And left this changeling for it - a precocious Image of spring, too brilliant to be true: White lilac on the window-pane, each grass-bl…
Cecil Day-Lewis (or Day Lewis), (27 April 1904 – 22 May 1972) was an Anglo-Irish poet and the Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom from 1968 until his death in 1972. He also wrote mystery stories under the pseudonym of Nicholas Blake. He is the father of actor Daniel Day-Lewis and documentary filmmaker and television chef Tamasin Day-Lewis. In his autobiography The Buried Day (1960), he wrote "As a writer I do not use the hyphen in my surname -- a piece of inverted snobbery which has produced rather mixed results . . . .")
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Come, live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove Of peace and plenty, bed and board, That chance employment may afford.…
Enter the dream-house, brothers and sisters, leaving Your debts asleep, your history at the door: This is the home for heroes, and this loving Darkness a fur you can afford.…
I sang as one Who on a tilting deck sings To keep their courage up, thought the wave hangs That shall cut off their sun.…
Lark, skylark, spilling your rubbed and round Pebbles of sounds in air's still lake, Whose widening circles fill the noon; yet none Is known so small beside the sun:…
One of us in the compartment stares Out of his window the whole day long With attentive mein, as if he knows, There is hid in the journeying scene a song…
Come, live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove Of peace and plenty, bed and board, That chance employment may afford.…
They who in folly or mere greed Enslaved religion, markets, laws, Borrow our language now and bid Us to speak up in freedom's cause.…