Times Learnings

  JOURNEY OF THE MAGI - POEM BY TS ELIOT ' Journey of the Magi' Poem 'A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year  For a journey, and such a long journey:  The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.'  And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,  Lying down in the melting snow.  There were times we regretted The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces, And the silken girls bringing sherbet. Then the camel men cursing and grumbling And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,  And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,  And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly  And the villages dirty and charging high prices:  A hard time we had of it. At the end we preferred to travel all night, Sleeping in snatches,  With the voices singing in our ears, saying That this was all folly. Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,  Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegeta...

' EBB AND FLOW' |'HAPPY AS THE DAY IS LONG' | 'HEAD OF A WHITE WOMAN WINKING' POEMS BY EDWARD TAYLOR 'Ebb And Flow' Poem When first Thou on me, Lord, wroughtest Thy sweet print, My heart was made Thy tinder-box, My 'ffections were Thy tinder in't, Where fell Thy sparks by drops. Those holy sparks of heavenly fire that came Did ever catch and often out would flame. But now my heart is made Thy censer trim, Full of Thy golden altar's fire, To offer up sweet incense in Unto Thyself entire: I find my tinder scarce Thy sparks can feel That drop from out Thy holy flint and steel. Hence doubts out bud for fear Thy fire in me 'S a mocking ignis fatuus, Or lest Thine altar's fire out be, It's hid in ashes thus. Yet when the bellows of Thy spirit blow Away mine ashes, then Thy fire doth glow. 'Happy As The Day Is Long' Poem I take the long walk up the staircase to my secret room. Today's big news: they found Amelia Earhart's...

' DADDY' POEM BY SYLVIA PLATH ' Daddy' Poem You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time_______ Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one grey toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene An engine, an engine Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Ausch...