A perfect piece of line palindrome, though a bit confusing Entering the lonely house with my wife I saw him for the first time Peering furtively from behind a bush – Blackness that moved, A shape amid the shadows, A momentary glimpse of gleaming eyes Revealed in the ragged moon. A closer look (he seemed… Read More Doppelgänger – James A. Lindon
The Wife The house is like a garden, The children are the flowers, The gardener should come methinks And walk among his bowers, Oh! lock the door on worry And shut your cares away, Not time of year, but love and cheer, Will make a holiday. The Husband Impossible! You women do not know The… Read More A Holiday – Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Sweet dreams form a shade O’er my lovely infant’s head; Sweet dreams of pleasant streams By happy, silent, moony beams. Sweet sleep with soft down Weave thy brows an infant crown. Sweet sleep, Angel mild, Hover o’er my happy child. Sweet smiles in the night Hover over my delight; Sweet smiles, Mother’s smiles, All the… Read More A Cradle Song – William Blake
A hundred, a thousand to one: even so; Not a hope in the world remained: The swarming howling wretches below Gained and gained and gained. Skene looked at his pale young wife. ‘Is the time come?’—‘The time is come.’ Young, strong, and so full of life, The agony struck them dumb. Close his arm about… Read More In the Round Tower at Jhansi – Christina Rossetti
My mother groaned, my father wept, Into the dangerous world I leapt; Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my father’s hands, Striving against my swaddling bands, Bound and weary, I thought best To sulk upon my mother’s breast.
“I have no name: I am but two days old.” What shall I call thee? “I happy am, Joy is my name.” Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy but two days old, Sweet joy I call thee: Thou dost smile, I sing the while, Sweet joy befall thee!
Speak no ill of women, by my love; If men let them alone, they’d do no wrong. Many men speak ill of them, Talking in a light and dishonest way. They’d be better off in silence, Women would do no wrong were there no men. Few sane men there are who slang them, It is… Read More In Defence of Women – Bernat Etxepare(1545)