Offering (Kenneth Allott Poems)
I offer you my forests and my street-criesWith hands of double-patience under the clock,The antiseptic arguments and liesUttered before the ...
I offer you my forests and my street-criesWith hands of double-patience under the clock,The antiseptic arguments and liesUttered before the ...
Alone, at last! Not a sound to be heard but the rumbling of some belated and decrepit cabs. For a ...
This mutilated tree givesMe support, left in this pot-holeIt has the bitterness of a circusBefore or after the show.I watchThe ...
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler ...
You brought me a little seaweedIn your hair, and a wind odorThat came in from hundreds of miles away and ...
The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering to my heart And I like the smell of ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
I am watching Cleo listening, our cat listening to Mozart's Magic Flute. What can she be hearing? What can the ...
If it wasn't for the dent he would be making in their budget his antics would be all the more ...
Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs ...
It was also my violent heart that broke, falling down the front hall stairs. It was also a message I ...
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