Illustrated by Sara n. b.
Monday, January 30, 2012
The Highwayman
Alfred Noyes (1880-1958)
PART ONE
I
THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
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You can read the whole poem here...
this is my favourite poem. I never really got poems at all until I read this one, and then I realized, wow, poems can be like stories. Poems can be amazing.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
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