The Poplar (Richard Aldington Poem)
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust ...
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust ...
In Nineveh And beyond Nineveh In the dusk They were afraid. In Thebes of Egypt In the dust They chanted ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
And the town is frozen solid in a vice, Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass. Over crystal, on slippery tracks ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
The first rain reminds me Of the rising summer dust. The rain doesn't remember the rain of yesteryear. A year ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And ...
I tell you hopeless grief is passionless, That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex-pug ...
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does ...
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