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depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Tag: Ivor Gurney
late Summer
Changing the words of a poem right round (I chose Gurney’s ‘Early Winter’) as Lisa challenges us to flip the script and play ‘The Opposite Game’
To the Poet before Battle
“Now, youth, the hour of thy dread passion comes;Thy lovely things must all be laid away;And thou, as others, must face the riven dayUnstirred by rattle of the rolling drums,Or bugles’ strident cry. When mere noise numbsThe sense of being, the sick soul doth… Continue Reading “To the Poet before Battle”
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