Lights Along the Mile (Alfred Thomas Chandler Poems)
THE NIGHT descends in glory, and adown the purple west The young moon, like a crescent skiff, upon some fairy ...
THE NIGHT descends in glory, and adown the purple west The young moon, like a crescent skiff, upon some fairy ...
1It's good and beautiful to be a soldier for a year.You live longer that way. And one is certainly pleasedWith ...
I can not recall his heyday; for I knew him in the dayWhen his curly hair had thinned a bit, ...
Clink! Clink! Clink! The song of the hammer and drill!At the sound of the whistle so shrill and clear,He must ...
He has heard his country calling, and has fallen into line, And he's doing something bigger than his ...
Dawn in New York hasfour columns of mireand a hurricane of black pigeonssplashing in the putrid waters.Dawn in New York ...
286That after Horror-that 'twas us-That passed the mouldering Pier-Just as the Granite Crumb let go-Our Savior, by a Hair-A second ...
As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the Crocodile, I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up ...
We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine, We were melted in the furnace and the pit-- We were ...
Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool, I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my ...
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pin rest; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping ...
(service resettlement courses at studio fronceri - west wales) and the swords came in their varying degrees of shininess and ...
That after Horror -- that 'twas us -- That passed the mouldering Pier -- Just as the Granite Crumb let ...
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
Nero was not worried when he heard the prophecy of the Delphic Oracle. "Let him fear the seventy three years." ...
Stillness-- the cicada's cry drills into the rocks. (Matsuo Basho)
My doc announced yesterday : "You may have talent, though it's hidden, your beak, however, is frost-bitten, so stick at ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillows at my head, And all my toys beside me ...
An upright abutment in the mouth of the Willis Avenue bridge a beige Honda leaps the divider like a steel ...
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