David Mitchell

Rookie - 196 Points (20/12/1988 / Colchester)

David Mitchell Poems

121. Vicious Circle 1/21/2006
122. Ad Mariam Semper Virginem 11/6/2007
123. Even So, Come, Lord Jesus 8/5/2006
124. This Too Shall Pass 7/4/2007
125. A Late Evening Poem 7/4/2007
126. Early In The Morning 6/1/2006
127. A Colchester Nocturne 7/4/2007
128. Hell And Heaven 7/4/2007
129. What Is A Poet? 7/17/2006
130. Hypergraphia 11/6/2005
131. On This Green Hillside... 5/4/2006
132. Proficiscere, Anima Christiana, De Hoc Mundo! 7/4/2007
133. Et Homo Factus Est 7/4/2007
134. To St Augustine Of Hippo 7/4/2007
135. The Legend Of St Dorothea, Virgin And Martyr 7/4/2007
136. A Parody Of Keats 7/4/2007
137. Birthday Wish 12/20/2005
138. Sestina 12/24/2005
139. There Is A God 11/4/2005
140. Easter Trilogy: 2: Easter Even 5/30/2006
141. Easter Trilogy: 3: Easter Day 5/30/2006
142. The Red Squirrel 7/4/2007
143. Celestial Bodies 10/31/2005
144. Death And Life 1/15/2006
145. Stars 12/11/2005
146. Les Quatre Saisons - The Four Seasons 11/1/2005

Comments about David Mitchell

  • Amanda Lukas (12/11/2005 3:18:00 PM)

    Extraordinarily heartfelt and original. Uses great detail and description. Extremely creative and well rounded. Even has quite an interesting bio! All-in-all, great reading! Best wishes in your future writing!

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  • Peter A. Crowther (11/2/2005 11:37:00 AM)

    Nice set of well-written highly original poems. Congratulations.

Best Poem of David Mitchell

Les Quatre Saisons - The Four Seasons

Le printemps — la saison quand l'agréable tiédeur
Recommence, apportant avec lui son bonheur,
La saison quand les feuilles vertes apparaissent
Sur les mêmes arbres qui nous toujours connaissent.

L'été, belle saison d' la chaleur du soleil,
De la lumière revivifiant le réveil,
Les nuages et ça se succèdent à tour
De rôle; saison de jeunesse et d'amour!

Puis l'automne, saison du feuillage tombant,
Temps qui me fait penser au bref temps s'écoulant,
La plus douce saison des tous, à mon avis; —
Hélas! Est-ce moi, ou est trop courte la vie?

Et...

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Autumn

The shining summer ages, dwindles, dies;
The heat turns to the cold.
The former azure hue of yonder skies
Is hardly to behold:

For often, as hastens the wintry time,
Full many a cotton cloud
O'ercasts the heaven; approaches the cold clime
When snow shall come, like shroud.

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