Nous Autres (Geoffrey Dearmer Poems)
We never feel the lust of steelOr fury-woken blood,We live and die and wonder whyIn mud, and mud, and mud,And ...
We never feel the lust of steelOr fury-woken blood,We live and die and wonder whyIn mud, and mud, and mud,And ...
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hags The valley; flinch not you, my body young. At these great shouting ...
All day and night, save winter, every weather,Above the inn, the smithy and the shop, The aspens at the cross-roads ...
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old ...
CCXXShall I not know thee in the life to be By something proper unto thee alone-- Thy look, thy gait, ...
No one understood the perfume of the dark magnolia of your womb. Nobody knew that you tormented a hummingbird of ...
The banked oars fell an hundred strong, And backed and threshed and ground, But bitter was the rowers' song As ...
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line; So we, ...
At the back of the houses there is the wood. While there is a leaf of summer left, the wood ...
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old ...
AS evening shaped I found me on a moor Which sight could scarce sustain: The black lean land, of featureless ...
In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches ...
(Lines on the loss of the "Titanic") I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the ...
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and ...
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and ...
All day and night, save winter, every weather, Above the inn, the smithy and the shop, The aspens at the ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
I bade my Lady think what she might mean. Know I my meaning, I? Can I love one, And yet ...
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last fires will wave to me And the ...
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