The darkling thrush

The darkling thrush

At once a voice outburst among The bleak twigs overhead In a full-hearted evensong Of joy unlimited; An aged thrush, frail, gaunt and small, An blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom. So little cause for carollings Of such...
Getting and spending

Getting and spending

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending we lay waste our powers. William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
Don’t it always seem to go

Don’t it always seem to go

You don’t know what you’ve got ‘til its gone…. They paved paradise And put up a parking lot, With a pink hotel, A boutique, and a swinging hot spot. Joni Mitchell (1945 – ), Big Yellow Taxi, 1970.
The newspaper

The newspaper

Why do we buy a newspaper For it’s plain for us to see The pulp that it is made of Was better as a tree? George Knowles, Pit to Priest, Hucknall, May 2007.