Drinking - Lady with the sewing Machine- 2 poems John was reading with the poetry group in marie curie.

The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks,and gapes for drink again.
The plants suck in the earth,and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair.
The sea itself,which one would think
Should have but little need of drink,
Drinks ten thousands rivers up,
So filled that they o'er flow the cup.
The busy sun( and one would guess
By his drunken fiery face no less)
Drinks up the sea,and when he's done
The moon and start drink up the sun.
They drink and dance by their own light,
They drink and revel all the night.
Nothing in nature's sober found,
But an eternal toast goes round.
Fill up the bowl then fill it high,
Fill all the glasses there,for why
Should every creature drink but why
Should every creature drink but I,
Why man of morals,tell me why?

Abraham Cowley




Across the fields as green as spinach
Cropped as close as time to Greenwich

Stands a high house,if at all,
Spring comes like a Paisley shawl-

Patternings meticulous
And youthfully ridiculous

In each room the yellow sun
Shakes like a canary,run

On run,roulade,and watery trill-
Yellow,meaningless,and shrill.

Face as white as tiny clock's,
Cased in parsely -dark curled locks

All day long you sit and sew,
Stitch life down for fear it grow.

Edith Sitwell