A Winter’s Tale (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow, And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge; Yet her deep footsteps ...
Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow, And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge; Yet her deep footsteps ...
Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon; daylight or moonlight They could not tell where ...
a lion at the door swallowed the day broken with spite at the inevitable chorus of pop songs sutured for ...
Drunk, I kissed the moon where it stretched on the floor. I'd removed happiness from a green bottle, both sipped ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
A cold gray afternoon cocooned indoors, watching the scene change outside, in the colors, the feel, the mood morphing day, ...
Office memorandum Legal writing Predicting Discussion, relevant facts Building blocks Inevitable conclusion Weighing pros and cons Seeing both sides, My ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
Baby waits alone in sandy shallows lying, - wretchedly crying Dam marooned at sea aware her calf is dying precious ...
We will make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman He knew for sure he was going to succumb to the eminence grise of an alien thoudea ...
I, too, have stood paralyzed at the helm watching onrushing, inevitable disaster. I too have felt sweat (or ecstatic tears) ...
All things within this fading world hath end, Adversity doth still our joys attend; No ties so strong, no friends ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
I looked like Abraham Lincoln. I was one of you, Spoon River, in all fellowship, But standing for the rights ...
Most wonderful and strange it seems, that I Who but a little time ago was tost High on the waves ...
Can't swim; uses credit cards and pills to combat intolerable feelings of inadequacy; Won't admit his dread of boredom, chief ...
Words are like days: coloring books or pickpockets, signposts or scratching posts, fakirs over hot coals. Certain words must be ...
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