Old Town Types No. 13 – Larrikin Luke (C J Dennis Poems)
Luke Gale, the larrikin lad, dwelt in Larrikin Lane, A low street, a by-street, right at the edge of the ...
Luke Gale, the larrikin lad, dwelt in Larrikin Lane, A low street, a by-street, right at the edge of the ...
Now sweetheart, I am thinking of you in a big city A dim blue pen in my hand, two packs ...
In the first month of spring, in the twenty-second year of his reign, the Emperor spoke to the Empress saying, ...
150She died-this was the way she died.And when her breath was doneTook up her simple wardrobeAnd started for the sun.Her ...
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
There came a Day at Summer's full, Entirely for me -- I thought that such were for the Saints, Where ...
She died -- this was the way she died. And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstill horrible Henry, foaming. Fan their way toward him who will in the ...
For Brenda Williams La lune diminue; divin septembre. Divine September the moon wanes. Pierre Jean Jouve Themes for poems and ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
I haven't worn my evening dress For nearly twenty years; Oh I'm unsocial, I confess, A hermit, it appears. So ...
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he ...
So am I as the rich whose blessèd key Can bring him to his sweet up-lockèd treasure, The which he ...
We were supposed to do a job in Italy and, full of our feeling for ourselves (our sense of being ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
Since I don't know who will be reading this or even if it will be read, I must invent someone ...
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