Förra veckans bokfemma handlar om poeter. Favoritpoeter. Det har jag.
Christina Rossetti In the bleak midwinter
William Blake Oh Rose thou art sick the invisible worm that flies in the night in the howling storm has reached out thy bed of crimson joy his dark deep lust dost thy life destroy (med reservation för fel, det här är den enda dikt jag kan utantill)
Gerard Manley Hopkins Pied beauty (läs den högt)
T.S. Eliot The Waste Land
och så gillar jag William Wordsworths Daffodils. Särskilt inledningsraden I wandered lonely as a cloud
These are a few of the poets/poems I like. It is quite clear that I have studied English literature at some point in my life. This list is rather boring. I'm rather boring. And far too busy to blog really.