At Grass (Philip Larkin Poem)
The eye can hardly pick them out From the cold shade they shelter in, Till wind distresses tail and main; ...
The eye can hardly pick them out From the cold shade they shelter in, Till wind distresses tail and main; ...
One of those men who can be a car salesman or a tourist from Syracuse or a hired assassin. -- ...
If you ask him he will talk for hours-- how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers raw with cold, and ...
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
Offering up a wish a prayer for our nation no matter his motive that we would grow stronger leaning on ...
The rich man was every man anonymous, unnamed yet the beggar was given a name that we remember the truth ...
Each one of created crafted out of the clay made in the image of the creator each of us known ...
the foreigners, the laborers toiling away in distant fields people we will never know bringing our food under their watchful ...
At that moment, that instant, coming up out of the water, a new life, in the Spirit transformed, in that ...
An anonymous reciprocal grain offering, giving in love for the brother, who each believed more deserving, more worthy for the ...
Instant monuments makeshift memorials of senseless tragedies all across America flowers, stuffed animals, candles, messages of instant grief sudden shock ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said That syllable ...
I sometimes drop it, for a Quick -- The Thought to be alive -- Anonymous Delight to know -- And ...
Access Road Fifteen they named it this anonymous road to the Waipakihi where its brawling water becomes Tongariro. A moment's ...
Captain AJ Shout, VC, MC, MID (& bar), who died at Gallipoli of wounds and was posthumously awarded the VC, ...
The dung was recent, not an event unusual in itself but difficult to explain of cows grazing the other side ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
This is the time of day when we in the Mens's ward Think "one more surge of the pain and ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Following are several translations of the 'Old Pond' poem, which may be the most famous of all haiku: Furuike ya ...
Cedars and the westward sun. The darkening sky. A man alone Watches beside the fallen wall The evening multitudes of ...
In the same way that the mindless diamond keeps one spark of the planet's early fires trapped forever in its ...
It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the ...
To be able to see every side of every question; To be on every side, to be everything, to be ...
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
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