Penny's Poetry Blog

Song A bud has burst on the upper bough (The linnet sang in my heart today); I know where the pale green grasses show By a tiny runnel...

Six O'Clock Now burst above the city's cold twilight The piercing whistles and the tower-clocks: For day is done. Along the fr...

Mnemosyne It’s autumn in the country I remember. How warm a wind blew here about the ways! And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber...