Maybe I'll give this a try

I actually quite like blogger - the problem with LJs is that they're really for having a good moan, that sort of thing. I think I'll use this as more of a poetry blog; I can write about competitions & submissions, as well as do my own mini-reviews. I would write a nice long post now, actually, but I have a history essay to do. So, instead, have some Rupert Brooke:

The Hill

Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill,
Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
You said, "Through glory and ecstasy we pass;
Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still,
When we are old, are old. . . ." "And when we die
All's over that is ours; and life burns on
Through other lovers, other lips," said I,
-- "Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!"

"We are Earth's best, that learnt her lesson here.
Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!" we said;
"We shall go down with unreluctant tread
Rose-crowned into the darkness!" . . . Proud we were,
And laughed, that had such brave true things to say.
-- And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.