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17 August, 2018 • 6:59 am 0
A long time coming
The train on the track
In the distance a puff and a pant
You hear the whistle blow.
And
As the train passes
A blur
Malcolm D B Munro
Friday 17 August, 2018
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18 June, 2018 • 12:24 pm 0
Batter my heart, three-person’d God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp’d town to another due,
Labour to admit you, but oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv’d, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov’d fain,
But am betroth’d unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
John Donne
Malcolm D B Munro
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Monday 18 June, 2018
Filed under: art, English poetry, history, Literature, Media, Music, poetry, songs, stories, art, Batter my heart, Catholic, creativity, devout, John Donne, poetry, religion, The Holy Sonnets, The Sinner Eternal, writing
16 June, 2018 • 11:53 am 0
From the Liverpool Poems
Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
Love is a fanclub with only two fans
Love is walking holding paintstained hands
Love is.
Love is fish and chips on winter nights
Love is blankets full of strange delights
Love is when you don’t put out the light
Love is
Love is the presents in Christmas shops
Love is when you’re feeling Top of the Pops
Love is what happens when the music stops
Love is
Love is white panties lying all forlorn
Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm
Love is when you have to leave at dawn
Love is
Love is you and love is me
Love is prison and love is free
Love’s what’s there when you are away from me
Love is…
Adrian Henri – Love is
Malcolm DB Munro
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Saturday 16 June, 2018
Used under the Fair Use clause, Section 107 of the Copyright Act
Dedicated to Mavis Taylor
When I lived in Cape Town I applied for entrance to the School of Theatre at The University of Cape Town. Mavis was Head of the Department at that time. To gain entrance you had to present three pieces from the empty theatre stage in the Department’s theatre to the Acceptance Panel. There were three as I remember. Mavis was one of them. I was accepted. This poem was one of Mavis’ favourites, she later told me. Mavis and I became close friends until the end of her life.
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16 June, 2018 • 11:22 am 0
Filed under: art, English poetry, history, Literature, Media, poetry, stories, Death be not proud, English Literature, John Donne, poetry, The Holy Sonnets
16 June, 2018 • 11:15 am 0
Filed under: art, English poetry, history, Literature, Media, poetry, songs, stories, Christ, English Literature, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Hopkins, poetry, The Windhover, This morning morning's minion, To Christ our Lord
