Wednesday 28 March 2012

Tuesday 27 March 2012

Trees




















Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree

Sunday 25 March 2012

The Raven




















And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,




















And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!