The Ice-Floes (Edwin John Pratt Poems)
Dawn from the Foretop! Dawn from the Barrel! A scurry of feet with a roar overhead;The master-watch wildly pointing to ...
Dawn from the Foretop! Dawn from the Barrel! A scurry of feet with a roar overhead;The master-watch wildly pointing to ...
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
The women who went to the field, you say,The women who went to the field; and prayWhat did they go ...
An old soldier on the night before the veteransreunion talks partly to himself, partly to imaginary comrades:The people-people of my ...
Aye, call it murder is ye will! 'Tis not the crime I fear.If his cold curse would but lie still ...
IO you poets, ever pretending Love is immortal, pipe the truth!Empty your books of lies, the ending Of no passion ...
IAn English heart, my commandant,A soldier's eye you have, awakeTo right and left; with looks askantOn bulwarks not of adamant,Where ...
You had two girls — Baptiste — One is Virginie —Hold hard — Baptiste!Listen to me.The whole drive was jammedIn ...
Bill, he kept racin' the motor,For fear that the damned thing would die.While I fiddled 'round with the breech blockAnd ...
So Fritz 'e's at 'is tricks, Bill said, "'Is dirty sinkin' game:We thought we'd learned 'im better — ...
Once have we bashed him on the head; Twice have we stabbed him deep;Thrice have we left him there for ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived ...
The furious gun in his raging ire, When that the bowl is rammed in too sore And that the flame ...
Stretch towards the moonless midnight of the trees, As though that hand could reach to where they stand, And they ...
I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep, breaking Through the rotating shell, strong As motor muscle on the drill, ...
You had two girls -- Baptiste -- One is Virginie -- Hold hard -- Baptiste! Listen to me. The whole ...
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em, And ...
Alas! Now o'er Britannia there hangs a gloom, Because over 400 British Tars have met with a watery tomb; Who ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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