Essential Beauty (Philip Larkin Poem)
In frames as large as rooms that face all ways And block the ends of streets with giant loaves, Screen ...
In frames as large as rooms that face all ways And block the ends of streets with giant loaves, Screen ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
Her brown falcon perches above the sink as steaming water forks over my hands. Below the wrists they shrivel and ...
as a child he never plucked the wings off flies he didn't tie tin cans to cats' tails or lock ...
Coming into the front yard at the sound of a tiny voice thinking she had seen our cats in the ...
in the touch of my daughters' fingers in the brush of our cats' fur in the swirl of leaves falling ...
Maybe not as bad as herding cats wrangling felines, not that tough the not yet awake children a bit more ...
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger ...
In seventeen hundred, a much hated sultan visited us twice, finally dying of headaches in the south harbor. Ever since, ...
Comes the time when it's later and onto your table the headwaiter puts the bill, and very soon after rings ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
As cats bring their smiling mouse-kills and hypnotised birds, slinking home under the light of a summer's morning to offer ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
I heard said 'Cats that walk by their wild lone' but Henry had need of friends. They disappeared Shall I ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
Making love in the sun, in the morning sun in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke ...
'Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight; He thought of the Transvaal all the day, ...
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
It chanced out back at the Christmas time, When the wheat was ripe and tall, A stranger rode to the ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
The alder shudders in the April winds off the moon. No one is awake and yet sunlight streams across the ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
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