“Give me a land of boughs in leaf
A land of trees that stand;
Where trees are fallen there is grief;
I love no leafless land.”
Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/a-e-ho...
✒️ #AEHousman, English poet and scholar, was #BOTD 26 March 1859. #Poetry #Literature
How clear, how lovely bright, How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play; How heaven laughs out with glee Where, like a bird set free, Up from the eastern sea Soars the delightful day. To-day I shall be strong, No more shall yield to wrong, Shall squander life no more; Days lost, I know not how, I shall retrieve them now; Now I shall keep the vow I never kept before. Ensanguining the skies How heavily it dies Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound Not further to be found, How hopeless under ground Falls the remorseful day.
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How Clear, How Lovely Bright by A. E. Housman
The Night Is Freezing Fast The night is freezing fast, To-morrow comes December; And winterfalls of old Are with me from the past; And chiefly I remember How Dick would hate the cold. Fall, winter, fall; for he, Prompt hand and headpiece clever, Has woven a winter robe, And made of earth and sea His overcoat for ever, And wears the turning globe.
as fall stiffens into cold
a bit of #AEHousman for #SmallPoemSunday 🍂🌨️ 🕯️ @tomsnarsky.bsky.social
Last week’s art challenge was to draw a mini comic to a poem. Poem by A.E Housman
“Infant Innocence”
The grizzly bear is huge and wild;
He has devoured the innocent child.
The innocent child is not aware
He has been eaten by the bear.
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Hathaway recites the A.E. Housman poem, 'Into my heart on air that kills.' From A. E. Housman's collection The Shropshire Lad. Scene from the Lewis episode, The Dead of Winter. #kevinwhately #laurencefox #jameshathaway #robbielewis #inspectormorse #aehousman #intomyheartonairthatkills
Yonder see the morning blink: The sun is up, and up must I, To wash and dress and eat and drink And look at things and talk and think And work, and God knows why. Oh often have I washed and dressed And what's to show for all my pain? Let me lie abed and rest: Ten thousand times I've done my best And all's to do again.
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Yonder See the Morning by A.E. Housman
John Thaw and Shaun Evans reciting the final verse of A.E.Housman's poem, How Clear, How Lovely Bright. #johnthaw #shaunevans
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Growing Older, A Short Story in X Paragraphs
Back when we studied poetry in school, I remember reading a poem that had a great impact on me. I now can't remember the author's name, or the poem's title, or any of the lines from the poem. But I do remember that it was about a Shropshire lad […]
Alfred Edward Housman From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I. Now-- for a breath I tarry Nor yet disperse apart- Take my hand quick and tell me, What have you in your heart. Speak now, and I will answer; How shall I help you, say; Ere to the wind's twelve quarters I take my endless way.
This poem was used in a meditation I followed this week. And immediately I felt I knew what he meant #AEHousman
"The Colour of his Hair", A.E Housman
Sailor Shikori Wakauguisu
Leuchtturm A5
Sailor Profit Light <B> Shining Blue
This poem was written in response to the trial and imprisonment of Oscar Wilde for homosexuality in 1895.
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How clear, how lovely bright, How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play; How heaven laughs out with glee Where, like a bird set free, Up from the eastern sea Soars the delightful day. To-day I shall be strong, No more shall yield to wrong, Shall squander life no more; Days lost, I know not how, I shall retrieve them now; Now I shall keep the vow I never kept before. Ensanguining the skies How heavily it dies Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound Not further to be found, How hopeless under ground Falls the remorseful day.
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How Clear, How Lovely Bright by A. E. Housman
New Whispered Short is up! This time it is "Loveliest of Trees" by Alfred Edward Housman youtube.com/shorts/KSIcF... #whisperingpoetry #whispered #poems #AEHousman #hobby
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; The gale, it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves. 'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger When Uricon the city stood: 'Tis the old wind in the old anger, But then it threshed another wood. Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman At yonder heaving hill would stare: The blood that warms an English yeoman, The thoughts that hurt him, they were there. There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I. The gale, it plies the saplings double, It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone: To-day the Roman and his trouble Are ashes under Uricon.
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On Wenlock Edge (from A Shropshire Lad) by A.E.Housman
“Give me a land of boughs in leaf
A land of trees that stand;
Where trees are fallen there is grief;
I love no leafless land.”
Poems: www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/a-e-ho...
✒️ #AEHousman, English poet and scholar, was #BOTD 26 March 1859. #Poetry #Literature
English poet, scholar and closet case A. E. Housman, best known for his poetry cycle “A Shropshire Lad”, was BOTD in 1859. #aehousman #ashropshirelad #supergays #bornonthisday
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Ernest John Moeran, John Talbot, A. E. Housman & Roderick Williams:
🎵 Ludlow Town (4. The lads in their hundreds)
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Favourite Poems – “A Shropshire Lad” by A.E.Housman
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