Tuesday, November 27, 2012

The Rabbit
When they said the time to hide was mine, 
I hid behind a thick grapevine. 

And while I was still for the time to pass, 
A little gray thing came out of the grass. 

He hopped his way through the melon bed 
And sat down close by a cabbage head. 

He sat down close where I could see, 
And his big still eyes looked hard at me, 

His big eyes bursting out of the rim, 
And I looked back very hard at him. 

Elizabeth Madox Roberts

art-John Burningham

Thursday, November 8, 2012

All Things that Love the Sun 
          (from Resolution and Independence)  

All things that love the sun are out of doors; 
The sky rejoices in the morning’s birth; 
The grass is bright with rain drops; - on the moors 
The hare is running races in her mirth; 
And with her feet she from the plashy earth 
Raises a mist, that glittering in the sun,  
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run 

                                        William Wordworth