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Sweet Apple Fragment by Sappho

Like the sweet apple that reddens At end of the bough – Far end of the bough – Left by the gatherer’s swaying, Forgotten, so thou. Nay, not forgotten, ungotten, Ungathered (till now). Sappho Translated by Henry Vere de Stacpoole … Continue reading

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Afterwards by Thomas Hardy

When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings, Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say, “He was a man who used to notice such things”? … Continue reading

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Things Men Have Made by D H Lawrence

Things men have made with wakened hands, and put soft life into are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing for long years. And for this reason, some old things are lovely warm still with the life … Continue reading

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