A Vision Out West (Barcroft Henry Boake Poems)
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving ...
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving ...
It floats about, that boat of cypress wood, Now here, now there, as by the current borne. Nor rest ...
I.The flush of green that dyed the dayHath vanished in the moon;Flower-scents float stronger out, and playAn unborn, coming tune.One ...
I used to broadcast at nightalone in a radio stationbut I was never good at itpartly because my voice wasn't ...
The mountains wear wedding wreaths.I am ecstatic, young.In my mountains I feelA cleansing chill.A gray-haired hunchback climbsUp to me on ...
The sun, a fiery orange in the air, Thins and discolours to a disc of tin, Until the breathing mist's ...
949Under the Light, yet under,Under the Grass and the Dirt,Under the Beetle's CellarUnder the Clover's Root,Further than Arm could stretchWere ...
909I make His Crescent fill or lack-His Nature is at FullOr Quarter-as I signify-His Tides-do I control-He holds superior in ...
1 You said 'The world is going back to Paganism'. Oh bright Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar ...
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about-- Wall within wall to shut fear out. ...
Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle's Cellar Under the Clover's Root, Further ...
They put Us far apart -- As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula -- We signified "These see" -- ...
I make His Crescent fill or lack -- His Nature is at Full Or Quarter -- as I signify -- ...
Give little Anguish -- Lives will fret -- Give Avalanches -- And they'll slant -- Straighten -- look cautious for ...
with an Apple Macintosh you can't run Radio Shack programs in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire ...
Fearing that she might go one day With some fine fellow of her choice, I called her from her childish ...
When I got to his marker, I sat on it, like sitting on the edge of someone's bed and I ...
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