tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-601402750320174590.post6794107913758241357..comments2023-04-01T09:00:18.596-04:00Comments on A Poem A Day from the George Hail Library ~ Selected by Maria Horvath: Time, You Old Gypsy ManGeorge Hail Libraryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05296359504047895036noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-601402750320174590.post-70145584244677252212011-04-08T19:44:06.662-04:002011-04-08T19:44:06.662-04:00Time you old gypsie man,
was a favourite childhood...Time you old gypsie man,<br />was a favourite childhood poem<br />but it was always <br />under Pauls Dome.<br />Under Bens dial<br /><br />refering to St Pauls Cathedral and the clock Big Ben the London clockAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-601402750320174590.post-13340234619237953912011-02-27T18:54:22.460-05:002011-02-27T18:54:22.460-05:00This one is from Louise Gluck. I clipped it from ...This one is from Louise Gluck. I clipped it from "The New Yorker" some years ago.<br /><br />THE SICK CHILD<br />(Study in Oils)<br /><br />A small child<br />is ill, has wakened.<br />It is winter, past midnight<br />in Antwerp. Above a wooden chest,<br />the stars shine.<br />And the child<br />relaxes in her mother's arms.<br />The mother does not sleep;<br />she stares<br />fixedly into the bright museum.<br />By spring the child will die.<br />Then it is wrong, wrong<br />to hold her---<br />let her be alone,<br />without memory, as the others wake<br />terrified, scraping the dark<br />paint from their faces.Judy@Learningtoletgohttp://happycatholic.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com