For some time now I've been trying to think of a hook, thread or a MacGuffin as it were, to tie this blog together and give me something to aim at each week.
So being as today ( Friday), in offices up and down this green and pleasant land is POETS Day ( Piss Off Early Tomorrow's Saturday)
I have decided to introduce a weekly poem. It may not be a complete poem , it may just be a verse or stanza. But all will have had a profound effect on me, I'm not intending to comment on the whys and wherefores of my reasons, you can conjecture in the comments if you wish, but each one means something personal.
So being as today ( Friday), in offices up and down this green and pleasant land is POETS Day ( Piss Off Early Tomorrow's Saturday)
I have decided to introduce a weekly poem. It may not be a complete poem , it may just be a verse or stanza. But all will have had a profound effect on me, I'm not intending to comment on the whys and wherefores of my reasons, you can conjecture in the comments if you wish, but each one means something personal.
These, in the day when heaven was falling,
The hour when earth's foundations fled,
Followed their mercenary calling,
And took their wages, and are dead.
Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
They stood, and earth's foundations stay;
What God abandoned, these defended,
And saved the sum of things for pay.
Epitaph On An Army Of Mercenaries
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