The School In August (Philip Larkin Poem)
The cloakroom pegs are empty now, And locked the classroom door, The hollow desks are lined with dust, And slow ...
The cloakroom pegs are empty now, And locked the classroom door, The hollow desks are lined with dust, And slow ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood! O ease my heart of verse and let me rest; Throw me upon thy ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide. The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel, formerly ...
Nearly everyone had left that bar in the middle of winter except the hardcore.It was the coldest night of the ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted ...
The great sun sinks behind the town Through a red mist of Volnay wine.... But what's the use of setting ...
Night covers the pond with its wing. Under the ringed moon I can make out your face swimming among minnows ...
Into the community of believers joining the long tradition begun with Jesus in the Jordan falling into the flowing river ...
What they must have seemed the disciples in the garden unable to stay awake asleep while the master prayed With ...
She hung on the ladder's rails unwilling to leave their safety out into the lake, even in my arms Slowly ...
The clouds sank down down to the pavement between five and seven tonight taillight soup, headlight soup we were swimming ...
A long time ago, when I was young, Back before I learned to respect the realities of heat exchange and ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
I'll tell you an old-fashioned story That Grandfather used to relate, Of a joiner and building contractor; 'Is name, it ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh ...
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
Dawn-- fish the cormorants haven't caught swimming in the shallows. (Yosa Buson)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make, Of all that strong divineness which I know For thine and thee, ...
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