DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
DYLAN THOMAS

FUNERAL BLUES W.H.AUDEN

STOP ALL THE CLOCKS
Stop all the clocks,cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin,let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message HE is DEAD,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North,my South,my East and West,
My morning week and my Sunday rest,
My noon,my midnight,my talk,my song;
I thought that love would last forever:I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now:put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweeop up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

WILLIAM BLAKE'S "AH! SUNFLOWER

AH! SUNFLOWER
SOME THOUGHTS ON THE POEM

AH! SUNFLOWER

Ah! Sunflower,weary of time

Who countest the steps of the sun,

Seeking after that sweet golden clime

Where the traveller's journey is done.

Where the Youth pined away with desire,

And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow,

Arise from their graves and aspire

Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

MY FAVOURITE POEMS

Auguries of Innocence

By William Blake

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an Hour.

Read these wonderful lines and reflect on them

HEAVEN

THE MIRROR'S EYE

THE MIRROR'S EYE

I am the mark on the wall
The multifaceted man
Iam she and he and them
Illusion of existence
Cold crystal body
Luminous lonely shadow
Blind eye
Dark vision that sees
Multicoloured beauty of
Impenetrable images and shapes

I am the winding labyrinth of the soul
Stamped by pain and joy
Enamoured of your nakedness.
My eyes sometimes lie but are there
In the marks of your being
In the arms that have caressed and savoured you
The invisible man in you.

Ana Rush
My first poem in the English Language