The Man of Sentiment (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
Part One[A walled garden of York. It is an August Sunday, and the baying of deep church-bells is blown faintly ...
Part One[A walled garden of York. It is an August Sunday, and the baying of deep church-bells is blown faintly ...
My careful plans all storm-subdued, In disappointing solitude The weary hours began; And scarce I deemed when time had sped, Marked only by the ...
To B. PasternakDis-stance: versts, miles...They've dis-joined us, dis-mantled us,So that we would be quiet,At the world's farthest ends.Dis-stance: versts, reaches...They've ...
To B. PasternakDis-stance: versts, miles...They've dis-joined us, dis-mantled us,So that we would be quiet,At the world's farthest ends.Dis-stance: versts, reaches...They've ...
What, then, is taste but those internal powers,Active and strong, and feeling aliveTo each fine impulse? a discerning senseOf decent ...
He was battle-scarred and ugly with the marks of shot and shell,And we knew that British Tommy had a stirring ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
In the thin classroom, where your face was noble and your words were all things, I find this boily creature ...
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