Friday, December 31, 2010

Happy New Year

In Memoriam,
by Lord Alfred Tennyson

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

More of the poem here.
(And that is Tennyson in the picture - he wasn't always old!)

No New Year resolutions, too many made in the past. Some kept, some not, little difference made either way.

2011! Did I ever mention that I remember writing 1956 in my school copybook one January and wondering at the new year. Ah well. 1956 was actually a good year. As years go that is.

A selection of New Year poems here.

1 comment:

Frank said...

Enjoyed the High Noon piece,now that's a film! The Darkling Thrush...that's a poem for the New Year! Enjoy!