Eguria

  Roman", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; text-align: justify;">                   “Bat”                          -David H. Lawrence   At evening, sitting on this terrace, When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, Beyond the mountains of Carrara Departs, and the world is taken by surprise     When the tired flower of Florence is in gloom Beneath the glowing Brown hills surrounding…     When under the arches of the Ponte vecchio A green light enters against stream, flush From the west, Against the current of obscure Arno…     Look up, and you see things flying Between the day and the night: Swallow the spools of dark threat sewing The shadows together     A circle swoop and a quick parabola und...

      “Binsey Poplars (Felled 1879)”                              -Gerard Manley Hopkins   My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, are all felled; Of a fresh and following folded rank Not spared, not one That dandled a  sandal led Shadow that swam or sank On meadow and river and wind-wandering weed winding bank O if we but knew what we do.   When we delve or hew Hack and rack the growing green! Since country is so tender, To touch, her being so slender, That, live this sleek and seeing ball But a prick will make no eye at all, Where we, even where we mean To mend her we end her, When we hew or delve; After-corners cannot guess the beauty been. Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve Strokes of havoc unserved The sweet especial scene, Rural scene, a rural scene Sweet especi...