And the last entry, though perhaps I shall find you something silly for Boxing Day ( Read more... )

Actually a bunch of them, but they're Robert Herrick poems so they're short. Dr. M (my late, lamented dissertation director) said that Herrick was the poet of small things.

Ceremonies for Christmas
Robert HerrickCome, bring with a noise ( Read more... )

The Chimney Sweeper: A little black thing among the snow
William BlakeA little black thing among the snow ( Read more... )

There'll be another one coming up in a few minutes, because I forgot yesterday.

A Performance of Henry V at Stratford-upon-Avon
Elizabeth JenningsNature teaches us our tongue again ( Read more... )

Advice to the Grub Street Verse-writers
Jonathan SwiftYe poets ragged and forlorn ( Read more... )

I spent ten hours today in a practically unheated car and am just now beginning to thaw out. So I thought this medieval lyric was vaguely appropriate.

Wynter wakeneth al my care
Anon., 13th century Wynter wakeneth al my care ( Read more... )

Because of this. Way to go, U.S.

This poem was written in response to Oscar Wilde's arrest and trial.

The Colour of His Hair
A.E. HousmanOh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists ( Read more... )

I am not sure why so much of the poetry I have been posting of late has been horribly depressing. It doesn't seem very fitting for an advent calendar.

Five Ways to Kill a Man
Edwin BrockThere are many cumbersome ways to kill a man ( Read more... )

Miranda (from The Sea and the Mirror)
W.H. AudenMy dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely ( Read more... )

Felix Randal
Gerard Manley HopkinsFelix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? my duty all ended ( Read more... )