Poem From London, 1941. (George Woodcock Poems)
The fading whistles outline our broken cityAgainst the dead chart and distant zodiac,Against the decaying roads, empty and perilous,That join ...
The fading whistles outline our broken cityAgainst the dead chart and distant zodiac,Against the decaying roads, empty and perilous,That join ...
When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail, She looked so limp and bedraggled, So foolish and trusting, ...
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