The Club Raid (Billy Bennett Poems)
I'm a lover of night-life in LondonWhen I start I can go pretty fastI've blotted me copy book I must ...
I'm a lover of night-life in LondonWhen I start I can go pretty fastI've blotted me copy book I must ...
We want to ask Canadians To treat us not as fools; We cannot learn to play the ...
Her hair was dark and curly, floatin' to the saddle bow,Her laugh was frank and girlish, and her voice was ...
FAINT winds, and a song fading and leaves falling, Faint winds, and far away a fading laughter . . . ...
Sometimes when I have dropped asleep, Draped in soft luxurious gloom, Across my drowsy mind will creep ...
SAY, young fellow, just a minute,They 're your first long trousers, eh?And your little gray knee breechesAre forever put away.And ...
Drunk, Lene Levi walkedIn the neighboring streets nightlyBack and forth, screaming, "auto."Her blouse was opened,So that one saw her fine, ...
(In the manner of Ezra Pound)Will people accept them? (i.e. these bargains)O dainty colorings and range of prices!Gowns of ...
Mora jobana navelara, bhayo hai gulaal,Kaisi dhar dini bikas mori maal.Mora jobana navelara.......Nijamudin aulia ko koyi samajhaaye,Jyon jyon manaon, wo ...
THE dull, faint patter in the drooping hours Drifts in upon my sleep and fills my hair With damp; the ...
When you're muffled to the chin andYou wear flannel next the skin and'Spite of all, the frost creeps in and ...
Some things I do not profess to understand, perhaps not wanting to, including whatever it was they did with you ...
Limp, heavy, droopy blooms, thin skinned irises translucent, in the rain a gauze blouse exposing the skin underneath bejeweled rhododendron ...
She sat beside me in the car a dark skirt a white, hand stitched blouse with bright Andean characters, dolls ...
The flock of pigeons rises over the roof, and just beyond them, the shimmering asphalt fields gather their dull colored ...
When Mother died I thought: now I'll have a death poem. That was unforgivable. Yet I've since forgiven myself as ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
He asked the lady in the train If he might smoke: she smiled consent. So lighting his cigar and fain ...
"Son," said my mother, When I was knee-high, "you've need of clothes to cover you, and not a rag have ...
A solitary apartment house, the last one before the boulevard ends and a dusty road winds its slow way out ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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