Public Gardens (Patience Strong Poems)
Along the High Street people flock, a seething human stream,And just a few steps from it all, I sit alone ...
Along the High Street people flock, a seething human stream,And just a few steps from it all, I sit alone ...
O For a garden of the olden time Where none but long-familiar flowers grow, Where pebbled paths go winding to and fro,And ...
Here - no angel nor seraph,No Alverna hill, nails, spears - Only the interminable chain of dreary daysWith hymns, red dahlias, ...
The wind, in the stubble rustling, announces Autumn.The fields have turned grey, and in hollows the oxen are lowing.The gossamer's ...
Dahlias fill a wondrous garden; Peonies from the land of palms. Radiant in their musky splendor; Tulips with ...
Why, where erstwhile I sowed my choicest seeds,Come up but weeds?Why do large docksAppear where should be stocksAnd phlox?Why flaunts ...
Apple-green west and an orange bar, And the crystal eye of a lone, one star . . . And, "Child, ...
I know that my profile will be serenein the north of an unreflecting sky.Mercury of vigil, chaste mirrorto break the ...
Through the meadow April comes,Leaving, as he passes,Companies of daffodilsAll among the grasses.Tulips round about the door,Ranged in martial order;Violets ...
The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
The path runs straight between the flowering rows, A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, Where phlox and ...
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
From the geyser ventilators Autumn winds are blowing down On a thousand business women Having baths in Camden Town Waste ...
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
Gas got me in the first World War, And all my mates at rest are laid. I felt I might ...
A vanished house that for an hour I knew By some forgotten chance when I was young Had once a ...
Tomatoes rosy as perfect baby's buttocks, eggplants glossy as waxed fenders, purple neon flawless glistening peppers, pole beans fecund and ...
"No water so still as the dead fountains of Versailles." No swan, with swart blind look askance and gondoliering legs, ...
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