WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday 25th May 2020

“HALF a league, half a league,
   Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said:
Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.

WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday 18th May 2020

Earth has not anything to show more fair:

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching in its majesty:

This City now doth, like a garment, wear

The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,

Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie

WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday 11th May 2020

“You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
Yet less for loss of your dear presence there
Than that I thus found lacking in your make
That high compassion which can overbear
Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,
You did not come.

WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday, 4th May 2020

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday, 27th April 2020

The orchards half the way

From home to Ludlow fair

Flowered on the first of May

In Mays when I was there;

And seen from stile or turning

The plumes of smoke would show

Where fires were burning

That went out long ago.

WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday, 20th April 2020

“I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday, 13th April 2020

April is the cruellest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain.

Winter kept us warm, covering

Earth in forgetful snow, feeding

A little life with dried tubers.

INVESTORS ARE DETERMINED THAT THE WORLD MUST GO BACK TO WORK BEFORE SCIENTISTS/MEDICAL GURUS HAVE SAID SO

SHOULD WE BELIEVE THIS RALLY AGAINST A BACKDROP OF IMPONDERABLE ISSUES?

Market machinations never cease to amaze me. Last week saw that extraordinary three-day stock market rally in the US and Europe – DJIA up by 21% and the FTSE 100 up by 16.5%. Yet the economic data, though much of it temporary, is dire – unemployment forecasts from respected economist suggesting 8.5% in the UK by July. Then the St Louis FED is of the opinion than 47 million Americans could lose their jobs in the second quarter amid the coronavirus pandemic, sending the unemployment rate to 32%.

WEEKLY FAYRE – Monday, 30th March 2020

So, we'll go no more a roving

So late into the night,

Though the heart be still as loving,

And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,

And the soul wears out the breast,

And the heart must pause to breathe,

And love itself have rest.

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