Laurie Lee Poems (8 Poems)
Christmas Landscape (Laurie Lee Poems)
Tonight the wind gnawsWith teeth of glass,The jackdaw shiversIn caged branches of iron,The stars have talons. There is hunger in the mouthOf vole and badger,Silver agonies of breathIn the nostril of the fox,Ice on the rabbit’s paw. Tonight has no … Continue reading
Winter Poem (Laurie Lee Poems)
Tonight the wind gnaws with teeth of glassThe jackdaw shivers in caged branches of ironThe stars have talonsThere is hunger in the mouth of vole and badgerSilver agonies of breath in the nostril of the foxIce on the rabbit’s pawTonight … Continue reading
Apples (Laurie Lee Poems)
Behold the apples’ rounded worlds: juice-green of July rain, the black polestar of flowers, the rind mapped with its crimson stain. The russet, crab and cottage red burn to the sun’s hot brass, then drop like sweat from every branch … Continue reading
April Rise (Laurie Lee Poems)
If ever I saw blessing in the air I see it now in this still early day Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips Wet sunlight on the powder of my eye. Blown bubble-film of blue, the sky wraps round Weeds … Continue reading
Day of These Days (Laurie Lee Poems)
Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel’s tongue. When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass; and the sun drips honey. When hedgerows grow venerable, berries dry black as … Continue reading
Home From Abroad (Laurie Lee Poems)
Far-fetched with tales of other worlds and ways, My skin well-oiled with wines of the Levant, I set my face into a filial smile To greet the pale, domestic kiss of Kent. But shall I never learn? That gawky girl, … Continue reading
Milkmaid (Laurie Lee Poems)
The girl’s far treble, muted to the heat, calls like a fainting bird across the fields to where her flock lies panting for her voice, their black horns buried deep in marigolds. They climb awake, like drowsy butterflies, and press … Continue reading
Town Owl (Laurie Lee Poems)
On eves of cold, when slow coal fires, rooted in basements, burn and branch, brushing with smoke the city air; When quartered moons pale in the sky, and neons glow along the dark like deadly nightshade on a briar; Above … Continue reading
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