Sitting here, in my dressing gown
I frown
At the dull sky.
Perhaps there is nothing to say
On this rainy winter’s day.
Sitting here, in my dressing gown
I frown
At the dull sky.
Perhaps there is nothing to say
On this rainy winter’s day.
To celebrate the release of the audio edition of “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, on 29 November, (www.audible.co.uk/pd/The-Writers-Pen-and-Other-Poems-Audiobook/B07KPPQ2K2), I am offering 2 free copies of the audio edition to readers who are based in the United Kingdom. I hope to run a similar offer for readers elsewhere in the near future.
The rules:
The question:
Who wrote the poem which begins, “You are old Father William, the young man said”.
I am delighted to announce that my book, “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems” is now available, as an audio download. To listen to a free sample, or to purchase the audio edition of “The Writer’s Pen” please visit the following links:
Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07KPPG98M/.
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“The Writer’s Pen” is also available in both Kindle and paperback formats from Amazon UK and amazon.com, and can be found here:
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https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1730814883/ (paperback edition).
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Heels clack
Summoned by one
Who is too far gone
To turn back.
I know a young lady named Spink
Who’s skirt is short and pink.
When we met in a club
Called the Back Rub
She gave me a knowing wink …
Lust as short
As her skirt.
Time can not be caught,
But the fool continues to hold
That with gold
Love can be bought.
One of my favourite poems.
‘Ode to a Nightingale’ was admired by contemporary critics and reviewers of Keats’s work. According to one account it was written by Keats under a plum tree in the garden of Keats House, London in May 1819. Keats was inspired by hearing the sound of birdsong and penned this poem in praise of the nightingale. Like ‘Bright Star’ it is a brilliant poem about mortality and the lure of death and escape. F. Scott Fitzgerald took the phrase ‘tender is the night’ from this poem and used it as the title for his 1934 novel.
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I noticed people disappeared,
When but a little child–
Supposed they visited remote,
Or settled regions wild.
Now know I they both visited
And settled regions wild,
But did because they died–a fact
Withheld the little child!
A naughty young lady called Leigh
Tied me up at 3.
When the clock struck 4
I called out for more
But it was time for tea …