My Heart Was Full

Never again will I And wring my And beat my head against the Me nolentem fata

In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away, Whither and why I know not nor do I care. And the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter, And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air.

Drugs made Pauline vague. She sat one day at the breakfast table Fingering in a baffled way The fronds of the maidenhair plant.

Nobody knows what I feel about FreddyI cannot make anyone understandI love him sub specie aet ernitatiesI love him out of hand. I don't love him so much in the restaurants that's a To get him hobnob with my old pub chums needs too…

After reading Dr Rieu’s translation of St Mark’s Gospel. Who is this that comes in splendour, coming from the blazing East? This is he we had not thought of, this is he the airy Christ. Airy, in an airy manner in an airy parkland…

Why is the word pretty so underrated? In November the leaf is pretty when it falls The stream grows deep in the woods after rain And in the pretty pool the pike stalks He stalks his prey, and this is pretty too, The prey escapes with an…

Mother, among the dustbins and the manureI feel the measure of my humanity, an As of the presence of God, I am In the dustbins, in the manure, in the cat at play,