I noticed just this morning how bare it was looking Stef
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REMEMBER, REMEMBER THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER
(Traditional English Rhyme - 17th Century)
Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent
To blow up the King and the Parliament
Three score barrels of powder below
Poor old England to overthrow
By God's providence he was catched
With a dark lantern and burning match
Holloa boys, holloa boys
God save the King!
Hip hip hooray!
Hip hip hooray!
A penny loaf to feed ol' Pope
A farthing cheese to choke him
A pint of beer to rinse it down
A faggot of sticks to burn him
Burn him in a tub of tar
Burn him like a blazing star
Burn his body from his head
Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead.
Hip hip hooray!
Hip hip hooray!
Well, its late...
but I have had such a good night...
went to see the new Mike Leigh film "Another Year" which was so good on so many different levels....
anyhoo here is one from pablo...always a good choice on a friday night/ saturday morning....
Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII) by Pablo Neruda
Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again
You great big fibber ;) :)
In my defence I sort of thought it vaguely relevant to the thread because the Great War poets, most of whom were in at the thick end, and indeed the war itself are kind of looked on with 21st century goggles and sensibilities. Nowadays a lot of their poetry is deemed anti war, which in a way it was of course but not at all in a pacifisty, bring our troops home modern day way. Most of them became terribly disillusioned on home visits because the every day British bod hadn't a clue what things were like in the trenches and I think most of the great poems were inspired by a desperate need to tell people exactly how it was really and not at all as anti the then war statements.