Poetry Of Departures (Philip Larkin Poem)
Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand, As epitaph: He chucked up everything And just cleared off, And always the voice will sound ...
Sometimes you hear, fifth-hand, As epitaph: He chucked up everything And just cleared off, And always the voice will sound ...
There was Rundle, Station Master, An' Beazeley of the Rail, An' 'Ackman, Commissariat, An' Donkin' o' the Jail; An' Blake, ...
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
the paiute indians had the bird sussed a humming bird (loaded with seeds) set out to see beyond the sun ...
yesterday the man was pleased the sun sat in the tree and all upon the land held to the harmony ...
i met a frog in my garden today lurking under a stone - it said there used to be a ...
OH thou cruel deadly-lovely maiden, Tell me what great sin have I committed, That thou keep'st me to the rack ...
He seemed so complacent in the hot August sun on the barrier islands not moving at all basking in the ...
Long long I lay in the sands Sounds of trains in the surf in subways of the sea And an ...
The old dog barks backwards without getting up. I can remember when he was a pup. (Robert Frost)
The problem was the manner of choice (or whether there was a choice for that matter) as you had taken ...
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
PREFACE If---and the thing is wildly possible---the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Just as the sun was setting Back of the Western hills Grandfather stood by the window Eating the last of ...
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
don't feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain ...
Morgan the drover explained, As he drank from his battered quart-pot, Many a slut I have trained; This is the ...
Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum: nempe tuas lacrimas litora surda bibent. Propertius, IV.11 Don't cry for me, for only ...
It's 12:34 And I hear them Battering me with a foul message The maddening interpretations The two dots taunting Walk ...
Ye sons of Great Britain, I think no shame To write in praise of brave General Graham! Whose name will ...
What did I think, a storm clutching a clarinet and boarding a downtown bus, headed for lessons? I had pieces ...
Did you know that Evian spelled backwards is naive? I myself was unaware of this fact until last Tuesday night ...
What I love about this little leaning mark is how it divides without divisiveness. The left or bottom side prying ...
He woke up in New York City on Valentine's Day, Speeding. The body in the booth next to his was ...
We were smoking some of this knockout weed when Operation Memory was announced. To his separate bed Each soldier went, ...
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