Ten Poems about Cricket

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A war with reason you would wage To be amused for your short span, Until your children's heritage Is claimed for China by Japan. Tail end. This is when all the good batsmen have been in and got out and only the not so good batsmen are left. In the England team the tail end starts with the opening bat.

The editor has one of his own poems in the selection, 'Still Going Strong' and it is about Joe Hardstaff [junior] who was one of the most elegant batsmen for Nottinghamshire in the 1930s. The poem includes an amusing quote from the batsman about facing "Lol" [Harold Larwood], 'The fastest bowler' in the nets but even so 'Joe modelled Stillness/before lips curved up in a sweet/just-so smile as the ball/dropped safely at his feet.' I must say that even though he was before my time I always regarded Joe Hardstaff as the suave epitome of elegance. The Guardian Angel Of The Little Utopia Shall I move the flowers again?Shall I put them further to the leftinto the light?Win that fix it, will that arrange thething?Yellow sky. Stars burn, grass grows, men breathe: as a man finding treasure says “Ah!”but the treasure’s the essence: The absolute best thing children love to do is set them free after getting a glimpse into their lives.But, no, I’ve been asked to choose, to recommend. The poems I suggest here are this moment’s choices, not “the best spiritual poems” (a phrase weighing nothing in so intimate and personal a context). The “gates” are an equally personal selection of entrance points into spiritual life. Some of the poems are well known, others less so. Each stands representative of many others. Each also, for me, plunges into the heart of the matter at hand, bearing witness in some essential way. Thought is deepened by conversation. The poetry of spiritual dialogue sometimes takes the form of the one-sided conversation we call prayer—when not reduced to convention, a communication of the most pressing kind. In other poems, a dramatized dialogue appears. The writer, of course, knows that he or she inhabits both sides, yet by entering into the language of interchange reaches for a knowledge undiscoverable in any other way.

Lord Kitchener – MELODISC 1321 (Aus v. MCC 1955)". 28 November 2008. Archived from the original on 13 December 2021 . Retrieved 16 April 2019– via YouTube. It was Gavaskar The real master Just like a wall We couldn't out Gavaskar at all Not at all You know the West Indies couldn't out Gavaskar at all. A. E. Housman [ edit ] The possible choices of poems that are also prayers are familiar and abundant. (Czeslaw Milosz’s “ Veni Creator” is one in which a contemporary sensibility is notably present.) Poems holding a dialogue between the self and a personified spirituality are similarly found in almost every tradition. They are especially visible in the work of contemporary American poets. Perhaps this is because a poem of two voices offers, by its inherent structure, not only the record of a transformation, but some haven for skepticism and doubt, even as it apparently resolves them. The only useful answer is that I have found a new audience, and I have somehow, unconsciously, and yet, calculatedly, managed to shape my work around this audience. There is something impure, something unessential, something seemingly crass about this confession. I am left wondering what else I have abandoned for America; I wonder what else I have discarded so I can be a poet in America. And how bad is this? How serious a failure is this of my art? The author of this nugget was John Major. He might not have known it, but he was echoing the bilge produced (also at The Oval) by the so-called “Surrey Poet”, Albert Craig. Craig’s poems were of the so-bad-they’re-funny variety, and sold like fairly warm cakes. But posterity has not been kind to them:A good hooker. Not as interesting as you might think, it means that a batsman is good at hitting the ball away to his leg side. This Japanese poem not only has such imagery to it, but carries a larger meaning of the Buddhist Awakening. Stating that you wind something too tight nothing will be able to get in, no light, no wind, nothing. In Buddhism it is about feeling and living, so being wound too tight one does not allow themselves to feel emotions and let anything in which is what we need in our human lives. They were painted in kisses with their secret hairand though the soldier drank from their cupsthey drank down their youth with nary a thought.