The Waste Land

I. The Burial of the Dead   April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, …

This Be The Verse

HILIP LARKIN     P They fuck you up, your mum and dad.        They may not mean to, but they do.    They fill you with the faults…

Hope is The Thing with Feathers.

Emily Dickinson   "Hope" is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— …

Friendship

Henry David Thoreau I think awhile of Love, and while I think, Love is to me a world, Sole meat and sweetest drink, And close…

First Love

John Clare   I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet, Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower …