Heine In Paris (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
LATE: a cold smear of sunlight bathes the room;The gilt lime of winter, a sun grown melancholy old,Streams in the ...
LATE: a cold smear of sunlight bathes the room;The gilt lime of winter, a sun grown melancholy old,Streams in the ...
Our staff car flies and trails a long-spun hazeover the looping road and the surge and fallof the heaving plains ...
Suddenly the grass before my feetshakes and becomes alive.The Snaketwists, almost leapsgraceful even in terror,smoothness looping back over smoothness,slithers away, ...
All on a windy morn in lusty March,Rode Godwin hawking thro' his father's woodsAnd singing as he rode: stalwart was ...
The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
"THIS realm is sacred to the silent past; Within its drowsy shades are treasures rare Of dust and dreams; ...
You may thrill with the speed of your thoroughbred steed,You may laugh with delight as you ride the ocean,You may ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket - And you listening. A ...
Vetted, checked, rechecked Branch on branch Dead ends and richness Teasing truths from the muck Seeing possibilities in hypothetical, Looping ...
Away, sad thoughts, and teasing Perplexities, away! Let other blood go freezing, We will be wise and gay. For here ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm. A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool And baked the ...
He seemed so certain 'all was going well', As he discussed the glorious time he'd had While visiting the trenches. ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
At evening, sitting on this terrace, When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mountains of Carrara Departs, ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
What time I paced, at pleasant morn, A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report ...
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