Luett Matten geev Poot.
De Voss beet em doot
Un sett sik in'n Schadden,
Verspiess de luett Matten...
King of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone:
overlord of the M5: architect of the historic rampart
and ditch, the citadel at Tamworth, the summer her-
mitage in Holy Cross: guardian of the Welsh Bridge
and the Iron Bridge: contractor to the desirable new
estates: saltmaster: moneychanger: commissioner for
oaths: martyrologist: the friend of Charelmagne.
'I liked that', said Offa, 'sing it again.'
The princes of Mercia were badger and raven. Thrall to
their freedom, I dug and hoarded. Orchards fruited
above clefts. I drank from honeycombs of chill sandstone.
Candles of gnarled resin, apple-branches, the tacky
mistletoe. 'Look,' they said and again 'look'. But
I ran slowly; the landscape flowed away, back to
From Mercian Hymns, Geoffrey Hill
Unter ein Bildniß Adolf Menzel's
Gaben, wer hätte sie nicht? Talente - Spielzeug für Kinder,
Erst der Ernst macht den Mann, erst der Fleiß das Genie.
You saved me, you should remember me.
The spring of the year; young men buying tickets for the
Laughter, because the air is full of apple blossoms.
When I woke up, I realised I was capable of the same feeling.
"Whatever we do must be in accord with human nature. We cannot drive people; we must direct their development...the general policy of the past has been to drive; but the era of force must give way to that of knowledge, and the policy of the future will be to teach and lead, to the advantage of all concerned."
Henry Gantt (1861-1919)