Ink Sweat & Tears A new poem: Hymn of Rain Date: June 15, 2014Author: Anthony Wilson 5 Comments Ink Sweat & Tears have published a new poem, ‘Hymn of Rain’. Here’s to another barbecue summer! Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Great poem, sir! Mud might have a beef in this matter, though, and it tends to be sensitive about things. LikeLike Reply
Mud is sensitive. Loves dishing it out. But can’t take it when the boot is on the other foot. Thank you, as ever A LikeLike Reply
Anthony, I believe you have mud figured out! This may need to be saved for another poem on the matter. Take care–J LikeLike
Loved the poem and its (continental) drift! Still adore the dew-soak of an early-morning garden in spring, though! Edward Thomas’s ‘Except to prove the sweetness of a shower’ lurks modestly between your equally beautiful lines. LikeLike Reply
Thank you. I do love that Edward Thomas poem, so perhaps there is a ghost of it in there somewhere. As ever with gratitude Anthony LikeLike Reply
Great poem, sir! Mud might have a beef in this matter, though, and it tends to be sensitive about things.
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Mud is sensitive.
Loves dishing it out. But can’t take it when the boot is on the other foot.
Thank you, as ever
A
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Anthony, I believe you have mud figured out! This may need to be saved for another poem on the matter. Take care–J
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Loved the poem and its (continental) drift! Still adore the dew-soak of an early-morning garden in spring, though! Edward Thomas’s ‘Except to prove the sweetness of a shower’ lurks modestly between your equally beautiful lines.
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Thank you. I do love that Edward Thomas poem, so perhaps there is a ghost of it in there somewhere.
As ever with gratitude
Anthony
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