The Triumph of Love (Geoffrey Hill Poems)
ISun-blazed, over Romsley, a livid rain-scarp.XIIIWhose lives are hidden in God? Whose?Who can now tell what was taken, or where,or ...
ISun-blazed, over Romsley, a livid rain-scarp.XIIIWhose lives are hidden in God? Whose?Who can now tell what was taken, or where,or ...
After a long journey we awokein the cathedral's cloisters, where men slepton the bare floor.There were no buses in those ...
(A Funeral Sermon)Weep not, weep not,She is not dead;She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.Heart-broken husband--weep no more;Grief-stricken son--weep no ...
IN fifty years at most I shall be dead. These jaws, which now grind hard to scotch a yawn, Will gape unchecked; ...
Dear Morris--here is your letter--Can my answer reach you now?Fate has left me your debtor,You will remember how;For I went ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
Noiselessly the planets will blow by,Like smoke, like breath, like driven snow; Frost-bitten suns on on, on on will blow; ...
1. ON ASPHALT: NO GREENS Quarry out the stone of land, cobble the beach, wall surf, name it "street," allow ...
No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of ...
THEN from the moorland, by misty crags,with God's wrath laden, Grendel came.The monster was minded of mankind nowsundry to seize ...
ISword in length a reaping-hook amainHarald sheared his field, blood up to shank:'Mid the swathes of slain,First at moonrise drank.IIThereof ...
HERE Morris, on the plains that we have loved,Think of the death of Akoose, fleet of foot,Who, in his prime, ...
The stir of leaves, the chilly morning air Were like delirium; half awake Jaws clamped; the dawn beyond the Kama ...
There, in the corner, staring at his drink. The cap juts like a gantry's crossbeam, Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead ...
Through an accidental crack in the curtain I can see the eight o'clock light change from charcoal to a faint ...
Weep not, weep not, She is not dead; She's resting in the bosom of Jesus. Heart-broken husband--weep no more; Grief-stricken ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
MARY has a thingamajig clamped on her ears And sits all day taking plugs out and sticking plugs in. Flashes ...
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spain For a business trip ...
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