Portrait (Jan Struther Poems)
ALL through the party she stood, saying nothing.Talk fluttered around her; quick gay wordsLike spring-enchanted birdsDarted, their wings flashing with ...
ALL through the party she stood, saying nothing.Talk fluttered around her; quick gay wordsLike spring-enchanted birdsDarted, their wings flashing with ...
With arms and legs at work and gentle strokeThat urges switching tail nor mends his pace,On an old ribbed and ...
Deep in the bosom of a wood,Out of the road, a Temple stood:Ancient, and much the worse for wear,It call'd ...
The earth smells dank, the weeds grow rank, The cold ...
Francesca.Crush'd and throng'd are all the places In our amphitheatre,'Midst a sea of swarming faces I can yet distinguish her;Dost ...
It was the middle of the drought; the ground was hot and bare,You might search for grass with a microscope, ...
Now with a humming from the greening skies,Sphinx moths with course set true,Shoot forth, torpedoes with a spinning screw,And bulbous ...
When Rody came to Ironbark, there spread a hectic glowaround the little township - a dozen years ago,and the townsfolk ...
"TAMELESS in his stately pride, along the lake of islands, Tireless speeds the lonely loon upon his diving track;- ...
'Say, what saw you on the hill, Campesino Garcia?' 'I saw my brindled heifer there, A trail of bowmen, spent ...
yesterday the man was pleased the sun sat in the tree and all upon the land held to the harmony ...
A Field of Stubble, lying sere Beneath the second Sun -- Its Toils to Brindled People thrust -- Its Triumphs ...
( A Poem in Remembrance) Bhaskar Roy Barman Jimmy, a black, snub-nosed bitch, a jaw shoved out, your eyes throwing ...
IN a faraway northern county, in the placid, pastoral region, Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my recitative, a ...
The binocular owl, fastened to a limb like a lantern all night long, sees where all the other birds sleep: ...
No soft-skinned Durham steers are they, No Devons plump and red, But brindled, black and iron-grey That mark the mountain-bred; ...
Now look, you see, it's this way like, You cross the broken bridge And run the crick down till you ...
On he goes, the little one, Bud of the universe, Pediment of life. Setting off somewhere, apparently. Whither away, brisk ...
A yellow leaf from the darkness Hops like a frog before me. Why should I start and stand still? I ...
The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn And the snore ...
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