Nostalgia And Complaint Of The Grandparents (Donald Justice Poems)
Les morts C'est sous terre; ?a n'en sort Gu?re. LAFORGUE Our diaries squatted, toad-like, ...
Les morts C'est sous terre; ?a n'en sort Gu?re. LAFORGUE Our diaries squatted, toad-like, ...
He stood beside his dying child, With a dim and bloodshot eye; They'd won him ...
But they heard no cry of anguishBreak through that fiery wall,With rigid brow and silent lipsHe was seeking Odin's hall.Through ...
THERE'S a haunting horror near usThat nothing drives away;Fierce lamping eyes at nightfall,A crouching shade by day;There's a whining at ...
Reveille was sounding on barrack-squares,and the wind of dawn blew on lighted stairs.It was the hour when a swarm of ...
Not since the time the sense of evilCaught our first parents by surprise,While eating fruit in Paradise,One fateful morning, had ...
THE great guns slay from a league away, the death- bolts fly unseen, And bellowing hill replies to hill, machine ...
London Bridge is falling down, Rome's burnt and BabylonThe Great is now but dust; yet still Spring mustSwing back through ...
Now that you too must shortly go the way Which in these bloodshot years uncounted men Have gone in vanishing ...
Dear Lord, this sense of supernatural power, This stately mastery over earthly things, This plastic art that modulates and brings ...
A dung heap of rotting corpses: Glazed eyes, bloodshot, Brains split, guts spewed outThe air poisoned by the stink of ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Sleepless I lay last night and watched the slow Procession of the men who wear my clothes: First, the grey ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
A life hauls itself uphill through hoar-mist steaming the sun's tongue licking leaf upon leaf into stricken liquid When? When? ...
Take it away, and swallow it yourself. Ha! Look you, there's a rat. Last night there were a dozen on ...
Can't swim; uses credit cards and pills to combat intolerable feelings of inadequacy; Won't admit his dread of boredom, chief ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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