Friday (Elizabeth Jennings Poem)
We nailed the hands long ago, Wove the thorns, took up the scourge and shouted For excitement's sake, we stood ...
We nailed the hands long ago, Wove the thorns, took up the scourge and shouted For excitement's sake, we stood ...
for the naming of tara this bowl of joy that her fruits of earth she'll well employ for the naming ...
one morning the bone was there set in the centre of waste ground against the early morning sun the frost ...
(a) radical ban all fires and places where people congregate to create comfort put an end to sleep good cooking ...
A fruitful journey in the Lenten season into the center of our faith the life and love of Christ Walking ...
The joy of that Sunday the dancing children the swaying palms our hands, bodies moving with excitement The flames igniting ...
A question, an important question Framed and pregnant in my mind had to wait a little longer for its asking ...
Twelve trips to the doctor, a number of cuts, scrapes, gashes marked that summer of accidents and mishaps of youthful ...
On Jubilee Day the Ramsbottoms Invited relations to tea, Including young Albert's grandmother- An awkward old . . party, was ...
When Sam Small retired from the Army He'd a pension of ninepence a day, And seven pounds fourteen and twopence ...
We reflect this day on the essence of intimacy, from its origins in the spring-tide of youth to an afterward ...
On your birthday, today, there is time to reflect On the essence of our intimacy, From a beginning in the ...
As you set out for Ithaka hope your road is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians, ...
The sort of girl I like to see Smiles down from her great height at me. She stands in strong, ...
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
Caesar, the amplifier voice, announces Crime and reparation. In the barber shop Recumbent men attend, while absently The barber doffs ...
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
The sheep were shorn and the wool went down At the time of our local racing; And I'd earned a ...
It lies beyond the Western Pines Towards the sinking sun, And not a survey mark defines The bounds of "Brumby's ...
'Twas at the disastrous battle of Maiwand, in Afghanistan, Where the Berkshires were massacred to the last man; On the ...
Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what ...
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