Hullavington Poetry Group
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Organiser: Eileen Fry   


The aim is to enjoy and share each others favourite poets and poems. The mix is eclectic  from Pam Ayres to Tennison, from Spike Milligan to    Ezra Pound, from Wordsworth to Blake ..........

now meet on the First  Wednesday of each month in Hullavington  village hall from 2 to 4 pm,

If you like you can just pop in for a session to see if you like it  and then take it from there.

One thing is for sure, you would be very welcome


The Little Black Boy




Matilda Who Told Lies, And Was Burned to Death'

Hillaire Belloc
The Reaper And The Flowers

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

My mother bore me in the southern  wild,
And I am black, but oh! my soul is white.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black as if bereaved of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And pointing to the east began to say:

.................. More

Matilda told such Dreadful Lies,
It made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;
Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest Youth,
Had kept a Strict Regard for Truth,
Attempted to Believe Matilda:
The effort very nearly killed her,
And would have done so, had not She
Discovered this Infirmity.


There is a Reaper whose name is Death, 
And, with his sickle keen, 
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, 
And the flowers that grow between. 

``Shall I have nought that is fair?'' saith he; 
``Have nought but the bearded grain? 
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, 
I will give them all back again.'' 


 Poets  & Themes:  http://www.ketzle.com/frost/http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/hopkins/index.html


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