Mercian Hymns (Geoffrey Hill Poems)
IKing of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone: overlord of the M5: architect of the historic rampart and ditch, the ...
IKing of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone: overlord of the M5: architect of the historic rampart and ditch, the ...
O where is the rhyme that I need?I have cudgeled my brains for a word,Without it I ne'er can proceed,And ...
THERE are sea and sky about me, And yet nothing sense can mark;For a mist fills all the midnight Adding blindness to ...
Truly, they're stupid, these village churchesWhere fifteen ugly chicks soiling the pillarsListen, trilling out their divine responses,To a black freak ...
Wouldn't you say,Wouldn't you say: one day,With a little more time or a little more patience, one mightDisentangle for separate, ...
HERE in the figured dark I watch once more; There with the curtain rolls a year away, A year of ...
The smiles of the bathers fade as they leave the water, And the lover feels sadness fall as it ends, ...
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally ...
Hallowed be Thy name, Father God, author of all that was and is and will be of the here and ...
Your were my first time. The first time I found ecstasy. Our bodies joined, As our hearts have been for ...
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally ...
Which things excited you the most when you were young, can you recall the pleasures they would bring? Indulge yourself, ...
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
It had been four days of no weather as if nature had conceded its genius to the indoors. They'd closed ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Wouldn't you say, Wouldn't you say: one day, With a little more time or a little more patience, one might ...
Eyes like stars sparkle and die and cycle into new stars, new eyes. The answer is outside our window. Astronomers ...
It is an old story, the way it happens sometimes in winter, sometimes not. The listener falls to sleep, the ...
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