Commination by AD Hope

He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last Things, I meditate the ruin of friends Whose loss, Lord, brings this grand new curse to mind Now send me foes worth cursing, or send more - Since means should be proportionate to ends -…

Song of the Nymphomaniac by Fiona Pitt-Kethley

From Baffin Bay down to Tasmania I’ve preached and practised nymphomania, Had gentlemen of all complexions, All with varying erections: Coalmen, miners, metallurgists, Gurus, wizards, thaumaturgists, Aerial artists, roustabouts, Recidivists and down-and-outs, Salesmen, agents, wheeler-dealers, Dieticians, nurses, healers, Surgeons, coroners and doctors, Academics, profs and proctors, Butchers, bakers, candle-makers, Airmen, soldiers, poodlefakers, Able seamen, captains, stokers,…

"I’m an Ulsterman of planter stock. I was born on the island of Ireland, so secondarily I’m an Irishman. I was born in the British archipelago and English is my native tongue, so I am British. The British archipelago are offshore islands to the continent of Europe, so I’m European. This is my hierarchy of…

Grief by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upward to God’s throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness, In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man, express Grief for thy…

On the Grasshopper and the Cricket by John Keats

The Poetry of earth is never dead:   When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,   And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead   In summer luxury,—he has never done   With his delights; for…

Bloody Men by Wendy Cope

Bloody men are like bloody buses — You wait for about a year And as soon as one approaches your stop Two or three others appear. You look at them flashing their indicators, Offering you a ride. You’re trying to read the destinations, You haven’t much time to decide. If you make a mistake, there…

The Lake Isle of Innisfree by WB Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils…

Comedy of Thirst by Arthur Rimbaud

1. Parents           We are your grandparents, Elders! Bathed in the cold sweats Of the moon and green pasture. Our dry wines had guts! Beneath the ingenious sun What must man do? Drink. Me – Die in barbarous rivers. We are your grandparents, Tillers! Below the osier lies the water: See…

Hokku by Fukuda Chiyo-ni

Fukuda Chiyo-ni was a Japanese poet from the 18th century, during the Edo period. She is widely regarded as one of the greatest female Haiku poets. Haiku were previously called Hokku until Masaoka Shiki changed the name at the end of the 19th century. The first haiku is the most well known of hers, the…

A Consumer’s Report by Peter Porter

The name of the product I tested is Life, I have completed the form you sent me and understand that my answers are confidential. I had it as a gift, I didn’t feel much while using it, in fact I think I’d have liked to be more excited. It seemed gentle on the hands but…