The Guest House (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
What imps are these that come with scowl and leer? Black motes upon the morning's amber beam, They crowd and float about ...
What imps are these that come with scowl and leer? Black motes upon the morning's amber beam, They crowd and float about ...
Jade carved dishes - food costing more. I throw the chopsticks down, Food and wine are tasteless. Draw my magic sword, Mind confused stare ...
The night sky's a black stretch limo, boss in the backbehind tinted glass. You could say that.Down here's a dungeon, ...
We are the children of light, Wise, not companioned By goats In a condemned graveyard. Backward blowing Blizzards of memory Flatten out The genealogies. But here a point, The ...
I shoot the HippopotamusWith bullets made of platinum,Because if I use leaden onesHis hide is sure to flatten 'em. (Hilaire ...
I. OF all that men with zeal and ardour chace, Pour'd here and there on life's promiscuous ground,Some points are ...
Sweet rural scene Of flocks and green! At careless ease my limbs are spread; All nature still, But yonder rill; ...
I Spring found us early that eventful year, Seeming to know in her clairvoyant way The bitterness ...
I'll tell you a story; but pass the "jack",And let us make merry to-night, my men.Aye, those were the days ...
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
We each of us have a good "alibi"For being down here in the "joint"But few of them really are justifiedIf ...
She knows the Mallee's tragedy Of thwarted hope, of pain,Of promise wrecked, when weak men flee And strong men pray ...
GOOD pastry is vended In Cit? Fadette; Maison Pons can make splendid Brioche and galette. M'sieu Pons is so fat ...
It was in the old days, When she used to hang out at a place Called Club Zombie, A black ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
I shoot the Hippopotamus With bullets made of platinum, Because if I use leaden ones His hide is sure to ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
My soul looked down from a vague height with Death, As unremembering how I rose or why, And saw a ...
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