‘Napoleon’ by Walter de la Mare

‘What is the world, O soldiers? It is I: I, this incessant snow, This northern sky; Soldiers, this solitude Through which we go Is I.’ I love Walter de la Mare for his capacity to conjure such startling images with clear, plain language. There is also, I think, a greatly musical quality to his poems, … Continue reading ‘Napoleon’ by Walter de la Mare →

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‘The Listeners’ by Walter de la Mare

“Is there anybody there?” said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grass Of the forest’s ferny floor; And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveller’s head: And he smote upon the door again a second time; “Is there anybody there?” he said. … Continue reading ‘The Listeners’ by Walter de la Mare →

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