Trapped Dingo (Judith Wright Poems)
So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with redyour sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear,they crushed out your throat ...
So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with redyour sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear,they crushed out your throat ...
I knew a man, he was my chum,but he grew blacker every day,and would not brush the flies away,nor blanch ...
Faintly heard mutterings,Dimly seen flutterings,Crouching forms ... tangled hair,Withered limbs ... visage bare.Groping foot ... earth-bound rootSeek motion: Slowly shoot ...
Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?Must then her name the wretched writer ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
Eight Parts of Speech this Day wear Mourning GownsDeclin'd Verbs, Pronouns, Participles, Nouns.And not declined, Adverbs and Conjunctions,In Lillies Porch ...
God! How I hate you, you young cheerful men,Whose pious poetry blossoms on your gravesAs soon as you are in ...
O heighth! o Depthe! upon my bended kneesWho dare Expound these Wondrous Mysteries:That this rare plant is cropt before mine ...
Maecenas, I propose to fly To realms beyond these human portals;No common things shall be my wings, But such as ...
These tear-stained flowers of a poet's mind, Culled from my bosom, lay it wholly bare; My heart's a garden: Love ...
(Vassar College, 1918)O, loveliest throat of all sweet throats,Where now no more the music is,With hands that wrote you little ...
All winter the fire devoured everything -- tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers. When April finally arrived, I opened ...
I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a work of the character of that indicated ...
Yet read at last the story of my woe, The dreary abstracts of my endless cares, With my life's sorrow ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Is Death so cunning now that all her blowe Aymes at the heade? Doth now her wary Bowe Make surer ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
This book is not about heroes. English Poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about ...
(Vassar College, 1918) O, loveliest throat of all sweet throats, Where now no more the music is, With hands that ...
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