Sorrow (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Why does the thin grey strand Floating up from the forgotten Cigarette between my fingers, Why does it trouble me? ...
Why does the thin grey strand Floating up from the forgotten Cigarette between my fingers, Why does it trouble me? ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
The surgical mask, the rubber teat Are singed, give off an evil smell. You seem to weep more now that ...
Light splashed this morning on the shell-pink anemones swaying on their tall stems; down blue-spiked veronica light flowed in rivulets ...
I chose the bed downstairs by the sea-window for a good death-bed When we built the house, it is ready ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
Not to sleep all the night long, for pure joy, Counting no sheep and careless of chimes Welcoming the dawn ...
Home is a place but it is also where family is, where each part of our hearts reside, far flung ...
A question, an important question Framed and pregnant in my mind had to wait a little longer for its asking ...
They are downstairs, away from my office romping and shouting, in the living room I hear their squeals, their play, ...
I can hear them now, squabbling a bit, not settling wrapped in Pocahontas downstairs on the pull-out couch Gramma and ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
"You are old, Father william," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Westward, hit a low note, for a roarer lost across the Sound but north from Bremerton, hit a way down ...
A shallow lake, with many waterbirds, especially egrets: I was showing Mother around, An extraordinary vivid dream of Betty & ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . . "Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?" -- Because ...
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
The river rises and the rains keep coming. My Papa says it can't flood for the water can run away ...
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