“She is a black statue in a whitewashed wooden chair, a dilapidated board house, sitting still till dusk spreads her silk petticoat across the sagging sky and bats swarm into the evening’s canvas.”

“The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself” – Derek Walcott

Once this poem is finished, you may find me/both taking and giving breath, wherever I can.' Tom Pow,' 'The Bar at the Well of Love'

I will learn the meaning of hours / For time is short ? Sindiwe Magona

Around the ancient track march'd, rank on rank, the army of unalterable law. - George Meredith 'Lucifer In Starlight'

Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, the rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. - G.K. Chesterton 'The Rolling English Road'

A thousand martyrs I have made, all sacrificed to my desire. - Aphra Behn 'A Thousand Martyrs'

The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.' - Walter Scott 'Proud Maisie'

What on Earth deserves our trust? Youth and Beauty both are dust. - Katherine Philips 'Epitaph'