Lament In Spring (Jan Struther Poems)
NOT much longer nowWill the eye seeBonework of bole and bough,The beautiful, austereEssentials of the tree.Intricate traceryUpward and outward growingFrom ...
NOT much longer nowWill the eye seeBonework of bole and bough,The beautiful, austereEssentials of the tree.Intricate traceryUpward and outward growingFrom ...
Ghost of a mountain And ghost of a moon; Night birds sink droopingly Over the dune Clouds drifting hazily Stars blurring through; Darkness come close to ...
I.Fallen the lofty halls, where vassal crowds Drank in the dawn of Gertrude's natal day. The dungeon roof an ...
I.IN the beautiful Castleton Island a mansion of lordly style,Embowered in gardens and lawns, looks over the glimmering bay.In the ...
The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,Where over the sleeping, the stealthily ...
At four o'clock in late OctoberI sat alone in the country school-houseBack from the road 'mid stricken fields,And an eddy ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute. From my bed I can hear him, And the round ...
The colours of the setting sun Withdrew across the Western land- He raised the sliprails, one by one, And shot ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
Once begun continuing the lie another layer added perpetuating the canard usurping a story, words to create ambiguity Purposely adding ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Right down the shocked street with a siren-blast That sends all else skittering to the curb, Redness, brass, ladders and ...
Give me hunger, O you gods that sit and give The world its orders. Give me hunger, pain and want, ...
1. A conversation begins with a lie. and each speaker of the so-called common language feels the ice-floe split, the ...
At four o'clock in late October I sat alone in the country school-house Back from the road 'mid stricken fields, ...
Time collapses between the lips of strangers my days collapse into a hollow tube soon implodes against now like an ...
There are places where the eye can starve, But not here. Here, for example, is The Piazza Navona, & here ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work ...
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