Poem From London, 1941. (George Woodcock Poems)
The fading whistles outline our broken cityAgainst the dead chart and distant zodiac,Against the decaying roads, empty and perilous,That join ...
The fading whistles outline our broken cityAgainst the dead chart and distant zodiac,Against the decaying roads, empty and perilous,That join ...
Gelett Burgess' original poem…A Purple Cow I never saw a Purple Cow, I never hope to see one; But I ...
Hawkins wasn't in the swim at all in Dingo Flat, And to bait him was our chiefest form of ...
We had many problems set us when Coolgardie was a camp,When the journey to the goldfields meant a coach-fare or ...
Doubtless yours are the Masters, giants of mind and of soul,Not fanciful faked pilasters, but columns, supporting the whole;We who ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
When Nellie, my old pussy cat, was still in her prime, she would sit behind me as I wrote, and ...
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long,straggly branches of an old willow tree. ...
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