Poem XVII

By WH Auden This lunar beautyHas no historyIs complete and early;If beauty laterBear any featureIt had a loverAnd is another. This like a dreamKeeps other timeAnd daytime isThe loss of this;For time is inchesAnd the heart’s changesWhere ghost has hauntedLost and wanted. But this was neverA ghost’s endeavourNor finished this,Was ghost at ease;And till itContinue reading “Poem XVII”

The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon

by J. R. R. Tolkien There is an inn, a merry old innbeneath an old grey hill,And there they brew a beer so brownThat the Man in the Moon himself came downone night to drink his fill. The ostler has a tipsy catthat plays a five-stringed fiddle;And up and down he saws his bowNow squeakingContinue reading “The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon”