Triple Time (Philip Larkin Poem)
This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured, This air, a little indistinct with autumn Like a reflection, constitute the ...
This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured, This air, a little indistinct with autumn Like a reflection, constitute the ...
1FROM THE NURSERY When I was born, you waited behind a pile of linen in the nursery, and when we ...
As a child, they could not keep me from wells And old pumps with buckets and windlasses. I loved the ...
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally ...
Like an adult enrolled in a nursery a Phi Beta Kappa God descending walking as a child Love descending grace ...
Commenting on the temperature to teens and pre-teens on the warmer air today; But they focused on the wind and ...
As He is so want to do, the lectionary was blended sharing a deeper message, in the mixing of the ...
Twelve trips to the doctor, a number of cuts, scrapes, gashes marked that summer of accidents and mishaps of youthful ...
Down by the dirt at the base of the white pine clutched close, holding the gnarled, wrinkled elephant skin a ...
Choosing to be adopted ah, that is the key point isn't it A different act, when it is a purposeful ...
Vetted, checked, rechecked Branch on branch Dead ends and richness Teasing truths from the muck Seeing possibilities in hypothetical, Looping ...
A motorized voyeur Driving down the road By the farm At the cusp of autumn A figure toiling in the ...
Grown child, where is your laughter? Do you laugh, smile, cheer in the song of the wind, the leap of ...
Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally ...
Wonder -- is not precisely Knowing And not precisely Knowing not -- A beautiful but bleak condition He has not ...
The Way to know the Bobolink From every other Bird Precisely as the Joy of him -- Obliged to be ...
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for ...
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
these hearings endlessly, friends, word is had Henry may be returning to our life adult & difficult. There exist rumors ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
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