Alone (Deborah Ager Poem)
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
O LADY Mary Ann looks o'er the Castle wa', She saw three bonie boys playing at the ba', The youngest ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood An' did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Within ...
O WILLIE 1 brew'd a peck o' maut, And Rob and Allen cam to see; Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean The children walking two & two in red & blue & ...
The Sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring, To welcome the Spring. The sky-lark and ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
the lady has me temporarily off the bottle and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight-- instead ...
Making love in the sun, in the morning sun in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke ...
the wind blows hard tonight and it's a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. I ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
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