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Week 199: To An Athlete Dying Young, by A.E.Housman

The Olympic Games are with us again, and as a one time runner myself of rather modest accomplishment – as many a poet must come sadly to accept, it is quite possible to be passionately devoted to a pursuit while having no great talent for it – I take as much pleasure as anyone in watching the world’s young strut their hour upon the global stage, bringing to mind those lines of Marlowe’s: ‘Is it not passing brave to be a king/And ride in triumph through Persepolis’ (or, as the case may be, Rio de Janeiro). 286 more words

Poetry

Favourites from A Shropshire Lad...

Generally, I am not a fan of buying books. I love reading them but prefer to borrow them from the library and return them rather than have them clutter up my home. 91 more words

Give Me a Land of Boughs in Leaf

Give Me a Land of Boughs in Leaf by A. E. Housman

 

Give me a land of boughs in leaf,

A land of trees that stand; 60 more words

Poetry

LVII 'You smile upon your friend to-day'

You smile upon your friend to-day,
To-day his ills are over;
You hearken to the lover’s say,
And happy is the lover.

’Tis late to hearken, late to smile, 33 more words

'They say my verse is sad: no wonder'

They say my verse is sad: no wonder;
Its narrow measure spans
Tears of eternity, and sorrow,
Not mine, but man’s.

This is for all ill-treated fellows… 32 more words

Life is but a dream

I spent the earlier portion of this evening with my old friend Jeff. As ever, our conversation ranged far and wide. One topic on which we dwelt at length revolved around what constitutes reality and how, at any given point we can be certain that what we are experiencing is real. 114 more words

Literature

A SHROPSHIRE LAD 12: WHEN I WATCH THE LIVING MEET

By A. E. Housman

When I watch the living meet,

And the moving pageant file

Warm and breathing through the street

Where I lodge a little while, 97 more words