Searchlights (Paul Bewsher Poems)
You who have seen across the star-decked skiesThe long white arms of searchlights slowly sweepHave you imagined what it is ...
You who have seen across the star-decked skiesThe long white arms of searchlights slowly sweepHave you imagined what it is ...
To me, no Fame terrestrialThat travels far through land and nationTo hold them thrillingly in thrallWith its far-flung reverberationIs worth ...
What doesn't enter then my slumbering mind?-DerzhavinIOctober has arrived - the woods have tossedTheir final leaves from naked branches;A breath ...
Joseph Jones and Peter Dawking Strove in an election fight; And you'd think, to hear them talking, ...
IMoving through the dew, moving through the dew, Ere I waken in the city-Life, thy dawn makes all things new! ...
Death slays the moon and the long dark deepens,Hastens to the city, to the drear stone-heaps,Films all eyes and whispers ...
This is the listening week of the year -- Listening-in.A-cock and alert is the national ear -- ...
Now, Batman, Prophet Batman, a hundred years ago, He looked upon this land and found it good."'Tis the place to ...
The things that haven't been done before,Those are the things to try;Columbus dreamed of an unknown shoreAt the rim of ...
I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt ...
God of our fathers, known of old -- Lord of our far-flung battle line -- Beneath whose awful hand we ...
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
God of our fathers, known of old -- Lord of our far-flung battle line -- Beneath whose awful hand we ...
IN summer dusk the valley lies With far-flung shadow veil; A cloud-sea laps the precipice Before the evening gale: The ...
Strawberries that in gardens grow Are plump and juicy fine, But sweeter far as wise men know Spring from the ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
The woes of men beyond my ken Mean nothing more to me. Behold my world, and Eden hurled From Heaven ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
No soft-skinned Durham steers are they, No Devons plump and red, But brindled, black and iron-grey That mark the mountain-bred; ...
Old man, you surface seldom. Then you come in with the tide's coming When seas wash cold, foam- Capped: white ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
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