A Street Idyll

by Anna Blanch on April 23, 2011

WIND-SHAKEN lilies, silver – belled and sweet. Pearls floating down the dusty London street; Embodied dreams, a resurrection bright Of some forgone, forgotten, lost delight! Who drew them from their dusky, cool retreat, Where they could hear the Spring’s first pulses beat In deep green woods, or by the silvery gleam Of some slow rippling, […]


Before Summer

by Anna Blanch on April 21, 2011

This is a Caris Brooke poem. Caris Brooke was the psudeonym used by Saretta Green, E.Nesbit’s half sister. It was originally published in a collection titled EasterTide published in 1888 by E.P.Dutton. BEFORE SUMMER. A GOLDEN halo floats above the hills,And Spring hath touched the crisp brown woods below,The cuckoo loudly calls, and birds build […]


An Easter Dream

by Anna Blanch on April 18, 2011

  An Easter Dream is a poem by Caris Brooke, a pseudonym of Saretta Green,  the half sister of E.Nesbit.  An Easter Dream THE Easter flowers all freshly bloomedTo grace my dear Lord’s feast;And where the guests so thickly throngedI stood, the last and least. For here were gathered offerings sweet,From wood and garden fair.And […]


An Easter Offering

by Anna Blanch on April 17, 2011

  Caris Brooke was a psuedonym used by E.Nesbit’s elder half-sister, Saretta Green. This is a poem from the Easter-tide collection from 1888. It was a collection published by E.P Dutton.  DEAR Lord I have no Easter flowers to bring, No roses fresh, nor lilies dewy sweet,Yet still one offering I may gladly bear And […]


Poem for the Moment: Updike on Easter

by Anna Blanch on April 16, 2011

Seven Stanzas at Easter John Updike Make no mistake: if He rose at allit was as His body.If the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules reknit, theamino acids rekindle,the Church will fall. It was not as the flowers,each soft spring recurrent;it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled eyes of theeleven […]


R.S Thomas Quote

by Anna Blanch on April 8, 2011

               He Learned his anonymity from God himself. leaving his readers, as Godleaves the reader in life’s book to grope for the meaningthat will be quicksilver in the hand.


Charles Williams on Poetry and Faith

by Anna Blanch on April 2, 2011

[P]oetry can do something that philosophy cannot, for poetry is arbitrary and has already turned the formulae of belief into an operation of faith. – Charles Williams from Charles Williams,The Descent of the Dove: A short history of the Holy Spirit in the Church (London: Longmans Green, 1939, p 123).


Herbert’s The Collar

by Anna Blanch on March 29, 2011

The CollarGeorge Herbert I Struck the board, and cry’d, No more. I will abroad.        What? shall I ever sigh and pine?My lines and life are free; free as the rode,        Loose as the winde, as large as store.                Shall I be still in suit?        Have I no harvest but a thorn        To let me bloud, […]


The Better Part

March 12, 2011

 This is the earliest publication of this Nesbit poem, “The Better Part” which was included in many of her later collections. The 1888 collection, titled Easter-tide was published by E.P. Dutton. The Better Part ‘TIS weary treading every day The same dull dreary up-hill way,While the ideals we deem divineSo fair and far above us […]

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A Caris Brooke Poem: Then and Now

March 11, 2011

Then and Now OH the beautiful breathing earth,Clad in purple and decked with gold,Oh the wealth of blossom ! the song of birds,The love that was told and untold!Oh the madness of Summer everywhere.In the still rapt sky and the wooing air.And we who were nothing, only a partOf the throbbing passionate mother-heart!Oh the bitter […]

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