Monday, February 15, 2016

The Ecstatic Comments

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Lark, skylark, spilling your rubbed and round
Pebbles of sounds in air's still lake,
Whose widening circles fill the noon; yet none
Is known so small beside the sun:
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Cecil Day-Lewis
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Chacko Kurian 26 April 2020

Lovely poem, how well it describes the skylark singing.

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Will Smith 13 June 2019

When was this poem written? It's one of my favourites.

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Cecil Day-Lewis

Cecil Day-Lewis

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