To beat thee down, this summer long ago! This day of seventy-eight they are come up north against thee Nature Study (for Rona, Jeremy, Sam & Grace)All the lizards are asleep--perched pagodas with tiny triangular tiles,each milky lid a steamed-up window. where a letter was drafted to the Irish Olympic Committee, insisting it get push-penny added to the Games so Ireland would win another gold.

The editor has one of his own poems in the selection, 'Still Going Strong' and it is about Joe Hardstaff [junior] who was one of the most elegant batsmen for Nottinghamshire in the 1930s. The poem includes an amusing quote from the batsman about facing "Lol" [Harold Larwood], 'The fastest bowler' in the nets but even so 'Joe modelled Stillness/before lips curved up in a sweet/just-so smile as the ball/dropped safely at his feet.' I must say that even though he was before my time I always regarded Joe Hardstaff as the suave epitome of elegance. EW Hornung, author of the Raffles crime stories, was moved by the same bitter contrast, not least because his own son was killed on the Western Front: Lord Kitchener – MELODISC 1321 (Aus v. MCC 1955)". 28 November 2008. Archived from the original on 13 December 2021 . Retrieved 16 April 2019– via YouTube. Pythagorean bees are shut inside the hive,which hymns and hums like Sunday chapel--drowsy thoughts in a wrinkled brain.That silence is the thing, this noise a found word for it; interjection, a jump ofthe breath at that silence; The dissertation ends on a high note, climaxing with Li-po's, “Zazen on Ching -t'ing Mountain.” “We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.Ms. Hirshfield's exposition reeks of the very spirit that she would have us “know.” How sublimely appropriate.

The moon in Japanese poetry is always the moon; often it is also the image of Buddhist awakening. This poem reminds that if a house is walled so tightly that it lets in no wind or rain, if a life is walled so tightly that it lets in no pain, grief, anger, or longing, it will also be closed to the entrance of what is most wanted.This Japanese poem not only has such imagery to it, but carries a larger meaning of the Buddhist Awakening. Stating that you wind something too tight nothing will be able to get in, no light, no wind, nothing. In Buddhism it is about feeling and living, so being wound too tight one does not allow themselves to feel emotions and let anything in which is what we need in our human lives. Store guns and ammunition first, Build forts and warlike factories, Sink bores and tanks where drought is worst, Give over time to industries. Though the red roses crest the caps, I know. For the field is full of shades as I near a shadowy coast, And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost, And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host In the middle of the 19th Century the fashion was all for blustering tributes to famous names, scrawled at top volume as if they were mighty oaks or towering crags.

Here is how elemental it is. Still, today, I will sometimes be walking along on the road or driving somewhere, and I will be muttering under my breath the stream of consciousness monologue that I speak while batting. The entire monologue is an act of deep concentration, a game of trying to read the bowler, trying to predict his next move, trying to psyche myself up to deal with each ball bowled… In the English-language tradition, a seed-poem for the strategy of spiritual conversation is George Herbert’s“Love (III)”: We may have to wade through a fair amount of rum-ti-tum rhymes by “Anon” to reach sentiments as rare as this – but they are there. They always have been. One of the most famous [9] pieces of nostalgic rose-tinted poems is Vitaï Lampada by Sir Henry Newbolt. The Victory Calypso" also immortalised the spin bowling pair of Sonny Ramadhin and Alf Valentine. The calypso begins thus:To Be Amused You ask me to be gay and glad While lurid clouds of danger loom, And vain and bad and gambling mad, Australia races to her doom.