A River (A.K. Ramanujan Poems)
In Madurai,city of temples and poets,who sang of cities and temples,every summera river dries to a tricklein the sand,baring the ...
In Madurai,city of temples and poets,who sang of cities and temples,every summera river dries to a tricklein the sand,baring the ...
Back in the dear old country 'tis Christ- mas, and to-nightI'm thinking of the mistletoe and holly berries ...
When the scheming Fusion fewSought to snare the Lib'ral crew,It was plain for all to view ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Through an accidental crack in the curtain I can see the eight o'clock light change from charcoal to a faint ...
High up in the branches balls of branches, leaves homes of the squirrels covered in snow one man's trash another's ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
Memories bursting like tears or waves On some lonely Adriatic shore Beating again and again Threshings of green sea foam ...
For Penny Abraham I wish I had Auden's penchant For going about in carpet slippers Or the late HRH Margaret's ...
Sorry, Neil Oram (with an orange in my pocket) I can't make ,your loch-side commune by bonny Drummadrochit. Sorry Brenda ...
Eggshell and Wedgwood Blue were just two Of the range on the colour cards Dulux Tailored to our taste in ...
"Remember, you loved me, when we were young, one day" The words of the song in Tauber's mellifluous tenor Haunt ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
in brussels, eye sat in the grand place cafe & heard duke's place, played after salsa between the old majestic ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
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