Cold hearted orb that rules the night, Removes the colours from our sight, Red is gray and yellow white, But we decide which is right. And which is an illusion? Pinprick holes in a colourless sky, Let insipid figures of light pass by, The mighty light of ten thousand suns, Challenges infinity and is soon […]
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: aubade, Graeme Edge, imagery, rhyme, rhythm, song lyrics, The Moody Blues
It’s all the same to the sun what it rises on —
On the windows in houses in Georgian squares;
On bees swarming to blitz suburban gardens;
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: aubade, Irish, Michael Longley, Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill, translation
No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,
Nothing to love or link with,
The anasthetic from which none come round.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: aubade, death, Philip Larkin, rhyme, rhythm, unsettling