Her life was cut far too short but we can find her in her quietly profound poetry that's just bursting with this love and wonder at our world.
Category: poetry
the orange
I love you. I’m glad I exist.
the rainbow
'And I look at the stars – for the stars are beautiful still.'
the destruction of sennacherib
'For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ... '
to one dead
to one dead - francis ledwidge A blackbird singingOn a moss-upholstered stone,Bluebells swinging,Shadows wildly blown,A song in the wood,A ship on the sea.The song was for youAnd the ship was for me.A blackbird singingI hear in my troubled mind,Bluebells swingingI see in a distant wind.But sorrow and silenceAre the wood's threnody,The silence for youAnd the… Continue reading to one dead
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