Coogee (Henry Kendall Poems)
Sing the song of wave-worn Coogee, Coogee in the distance white,With its jags and points disrupted, gaps and fractures fringed ...
Sing the song of wave-worn Coogee, Coogee in the distance white,With its jags and points disrupted, gaps and fractures fringed ...
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hagsThe valley; flinch not you, my body young.At these great shouting smokes and ...
For the first twenty years you are still growingBodily that is: as a poet, of course,You are not born yet. ...
Bring the wine-cup, companions! and let it go round! At its bottom good humor and mirth will be found; Bring ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
Ten Little Slackers Ten little slackers standing in a line, One went to U. S., then there were ...
Late, late, in the October afternoon,The monks sat listening spellbound in the choir;The voice went ringing on, a lovely tune,A ...
If you listen, children, I will tell The story of little Red Riding-hood: Such wonderful, wonderful things befell ...
A group of jolly cowboys discussed their plans at ease,Said one, "I'll tell you something, boys, if you please —See, ...
We hae the crown without a head,The sceptre's but a hand, O;The ancient warlike royal blade,Might be a willow wand, ...
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hags The valley; flinch not you, my body young. At these great shouting ...
Moves in the rocks with inching fingers. We among the feathery banana trees Imagine for him his aim: the steel ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
A near horizon whose sharp jags Cut brutally into a sky Of leaden heaviness, and crags Of houses lift their ...
I The broken pillar of the wing jags from the clotted shoulder, The wing trails like a banner in defeat, ...
heeley (sheffield) autumn 1988 dodging the broken bottles dog-shit the pavement spew i wheel my young son matthew through the ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
I saw the hawk ride updraft in the sunset over Wyoming. It rose from coniferous darkness, past gray jags Of ...
I TOOK away three pictures. One was a white gull forming a half-mile arch from the pines toward Waukegan. One ...
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