Hunted Down (Henry Kendall Poems)
Two years had the tiger, whose shape was that of a sinister man,Been out since the night of escape — ...
Two years had the tiger, whose shape was that of a sinister man,Been out since the night of escape — ...
WHAT murmurs are these that so wofully riseInto heart-storms of agony borne from afar?A tempest of passion, a tumult of ...
In prison cell I sadly sit, A dammed crestfallen chappie, And own to you I feel a bit-- A little bit-unhappy. It really ain't ...
When we hear Uncle Sidney tell About the long-ago An' old, old friends he loved so well When _he_ was young--My-oh!-- Us childern all ...
Dust storm, we thought, a brown swarmplugging the lungs, or a locust-cloud,but this was a collapse, a slow sinkingto deeper ...
A whole night longcrouched closeto one of our menbutcheredwith his clenchedmouthgrinning at the full moonwith the congestionof his handsthrust rightinto ...
Gilgamesh spoke to Utanapishtim, the Faraway: "I have been looking at you, but your appearance is not strange—you ...
THE UNWELCOME GUEST.I have brought young Kaukomieli,Brought the Islander and hero,Also known as Lemminkainen,Through the jaws of death and ruin,Through ...
CASSANDRA Phoebus Apollo! CHORUS Hark! The lips at last unlocking. ...
From Rome's palaces and villas Gaily issued forth a throng; From her humbler habitations Moved a human tide along. Haughty ...
Santa Ana came storming, as a storm might come; There was rumble of cannon; there was rattle of blade; There ...
Come all Australia's sons to me — A hero has been slainAnd cowardly butchered in his sleep ...
You do not come dramatically, with dragons That rear up with my life between their paws And dash me butchered ...
O woe is me for the merry life I led beyond the Bar, And a treble woe for my winsome ...
There's a widow in sleepy Chester Who weeps for her only son; There's a grave on the Pabeng River, A ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
The reams and reams of paper the trees in the cabinets files after files lives written down The trees that ...
You dare to say with perjured lips, "We fight to make the ocean free"? You, whose black trail of butchered ...
My dear, it was a moment to clutch for a moment so that you may believe in it and believing ...
We'd gained our first objective hours before While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes, Pallid, unshaved and thirsty, ...
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