A.E. Housman

Choose your poison with Donny

Today’s guest poster is the unlikeliest of elves, a man who does not move quietly in the world, a man not especially given to silliness although I have on occasion coerced him into performing a dance called the Shorty George with silly pointed fingers. This is not a person I ever imagined creeping around a burned-out […]


So no more we’ll go a-suntanning

  So We’ll Go No More a Roving By Lord Byron (George Gordon)   So, we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright.   For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And […]


Dang, the cherry blossoms are gone

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now by A.E. Housman Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me […]