Sweetness Of The Decent Night (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones and said the things I ought to hear then ...
They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones and said the things I ought to hear then ...
Captain AJ Shout, VC, MC, MID (& bar), who died at Gallipoli of wounds and was posthumously awarded the VC, ...
My thoughts are like the boots randomly arrayed in the rack outside the window, some in pairs neatly stacked, comfortably ...
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
It was a half-life that seemed like a genuine world wielding hard symbolism over those who ruled it; we lived ...
In the story of Patroclus no one survives, not even Achilles who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they ...
St George he was for England, And before he killed the dragon He drank a pint of English ale Out ...
Almighty Framer of the Skies! O let our pure devotion rise, Like Incense in thy Sight! Wrapt in impenetrable Shade ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
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All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
Poetry, I found you where at last they chained and bound you; with devices all around you to torture and ...
Love is no more. It died as the mind dies: the pure desire Relinquishing the blissful form it wore, The ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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