The Country Ride (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
EARTH which has known so many passagesOf April air, so many marriagesOf strange and lovely atoms breeding light,Never may find ...
EARTH which has known so many passagesOf April air, so many marriagesOf strange and lovely atoms breeding light,Never may find ...
Because I cannot sleepI make music at night.I am troubled by the onewhose face has the color of spring flowers.I ...
The day you march away let the sun shine,Let everything be blue and gold and fair,Triumph of trumpets calling through ...
Who murmurs, hither, hither: whoWhere nought is audible so fills the ear?Where nought is visible can make appearA veil with ...
To the memory of Frank Littlehanged at MidnightI Six men drove up to his house at midnight, and woke the ...
To the memory of John Peale Bishop, 1892-1944Attor porsi la mano un poco avante,e colsi un ramicel da un gran ...
Suggested by a drawing of Thomas Moran, the American painter.This must be the very night!The moon knows it!—and the trees!They ...
O Thou, who's infinite in space,Alive in ever-moving matter,Eternal in the flow of time,God faceless, with a trinity of faces!Soul ...
Rathe summer had sered the grass in which he layUnder the little shadeThe live-oak made,While things remembered and foregone,Loves from ...
It is a shabby backdrop of bright stars:one of the small interstices of time:the worn out north star northward, and ...
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
The universe expands and contracts like a great heart. It is expanding, the farthest nebulae Rush with the speed of ...
When I was young in school in Switzerland, about the time of the Boer War, We used to take it ...
Looking When you hoped you had found Nameless, faceless Stranger For me Somewhere Out there Looking for me Ready to ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
a stone at dawn cold water in the basin these walls' rough plaster imageless after the hammering of so much ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, Sea foam splashed against the rock, Not a single ...
Divorced, but friends again at last, we walk old ground together in bright blue uncomplicated weather. We laugh and pause ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
The fear of perjuring herself turned into a tacit Admission of her guilt. Yet she had the skill And the ...
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