https://padlet.com/jacenall/e9ice1lmszj4b004 Made with ♥ en-us 2021-09-24 14:48:55 UTC 2026-02-01 22:54:38 UTC hello@padlet.com jacenall https://padlet.com/jacenall/e9ice1lmszj4b004/wish/1765916547 Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.]]> 2021-09-24 15:02:26 UTC https://padlet.com/jacenall/e9ice1lmszj4b004/wish/1765916547 jacenall https://padlet.com/jacenall/e9ice1lmszj4b004/wish/1765922717
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. ]]> 2021-09-24 15:04:44 UTC https://padlet.com/jacenall/e9ice1lmszj4b004/wish/1765922717 jacenall https://padlet.com/jacenall/e9ice1lmszj4b004/wish/1765930975 I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.]]> 2021-09-24 15:07:58 UTC https://padlet.com/jacenall/e9ice1lmszj4b004/wish/1765930975 jacenall https://padlet.com/jacenall/e9ice1lmszj4b004/wish/1765940507
I once was a child am a child am someone's child
 not my mother's not my father's the boss
gave us special treatment treatment for something
 special a lollipop or a sticker glitter from the
toy box the better we did the better the plastic prize made
 in China one year everyone got a spinning top
 one year everyone got a tap on their shoulders
 one year everyone was fired everyone
fired but me one year we all lost our words one year
 my father lost his words to a stroke
 a stroke of bad luck stuck his words
 used to be so worldly his words fired
him let him go without notice can they do that
 can she do that yes she can in this land she can
 once we sang songs around a piano this land is your land
this land is my land in this land someone always
owns the land in this land someone who owns
 the land owns the buildings on the land owns
 the people in the buildings unless an earthquake
 sucks the land in like a long noodle]]> 2021-09-24 15:11:31 UTC https://padlet.com/jacenall/e9ice1lmszj4b004/wish/1765940507 jacenall https://padlet.com/jacenall/e9ice1lmszj4b004/wish/1765953422 Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past. ]]> 2021-09-24 15:15:56 UTC https://padlet.com/jacenall/e9ice1lmszj4b004/wish/1765953422