Visions and Journeys

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Under the Greenwood Tree

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

This fragment from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (T.S. Eliot) has always been my first choice for the most descriptive passage in all of English literature. I chose it to serve as the opening remarks for this site as an explanation, perhaps, of why I enjoy poetry as much as I do.

This section of my site had its genesis in a reading of The Black Arrow, Robert Louis Stevenson's classic story set in the time of England's War of the Roses. I had an old Donovan Leitch album playing in the background, and one of the songs was Under The Greenwood Tree, from Shakespeare's poem of the same name which Donovan had set to music. I thought it would be a great title for a web site.

I've been a collector of poems all my life. This site is for me to share them with you.

Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
William Shakespeare

'Nuff said. On to the poems.

The Poems

The Poets

 

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