Bringing Them Home With the Saints - by
Harder
to find in the soundscape is our man,
the bell of his horn sanctifying the notes
in remembrance, or joy that the damned
thing is over
Harder
to find in the soundscape is our man,
the bell of his horn sanctifying the notes
in remembrance, or joy that the damned
thing is over
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
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It may seem a schoolboy’s whine,
And yet I seek not to be grand nor witty,
But I am half a Scot by birth, and bred
A whole one, and my heart flies to my head.
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth?
becoming still still becoming
pausing here to read this reading this to pause here
slow down long enough to read these words
A classroom resource using the poem Untitled no.54 by Derek Walcott. Activities in this resource are aimed at pupils in upper secondary
school (S4–S6).
A classroom resource using the poem Raindrum by Nigerian poet Niyi Osundare. Activities in this resource are aimed at pupils in lower secondary school (S1–S3).
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