David Mitchell Poems
|122.||Music, A Roundelay||10/31/2005|
|123.||Wasps, Cats, And Caravans||10/31/2005|
|124.||De Rerum Natura||12/4/2005|
|126.||Thoughts Arising From Twilight||10/31/2005|
|127.||Response To A Criticism By Michael Shepherd Who Suggested I Should Have Written 'It's' Instead Of ''Tis'||11/5/2005|
|128.||The Forgotten Dream||11/5/2005|
|130.||Easter Trilogy: 2: Easter Even||5/30/2006|
|131.||Easter Trilogy: 3: Easter Day||5/30/2006|
|132.||The Red Squirrel||7/4/2007|
|133.||A Late Evening Poem||7/4/2007|
|134.||What Is A Poet?||7/17/2006|
|136.||A Dark Poem||11/16/2005|
|139.||Spelling Is Compelling?||12/29/2005|
|141.||An Heroic Poem In Praise Of Coffee||12/11/2017|
|142.||Death And Life||1/15/2006|
|143.||Why Is A Poet?||11/6/2005|
|144.||There Is A God||11/4/2005|
|145.||Les Quatre Saisons - The Four Seasons||11/1/2005|
Comments about David Mitchell
The stars adorn the heaven at night,
They beautify with gleaming light
The sky of dismal hue;
They shiver in the icy cold,
They are, and were in ages old,
Embellishing the blue.
They hide themselves from their bright lord,
As from the Garden's fiery sword
And incandescent flame;
And tho' we do not see their fire
When sunshine dims the heavenly quire
They are always, all the same.
Behold these messengers of peace!
Belligerent man, your fighting cease,
And do your kind no harm;
Look heavenward; stars do not fight,
But grant a ...
Silence is what was before all else was made:
Before it was cut with the words 'Fiat lux'.
Silence is what we both lack and need,
We need to stop doing and learn how to be.
Silence is what we do not really know;
Be silent. You are silent, and what do you hear?
Silence? No; 'tis the music of nature you hear.
Become part of the cosmos: leave chaos behind.