Before Battle (Martin Armstrong Poems)
Here on the blind verge of infinityWe live ard move like moles. Our crumbling trenchGapes like a long wound in ...
Here on the blind verge of infinityWe live ard move like moles. Our crumbling trenchGapes like a long wound in ...
DUMB-BELLS left, dumb-bells right, Swing them hard, grip them tight! Thirty fat men of the town Must sweat their filthy paunches down. Dripping sweat ...
Molly MeansOld Molly Means was a hag and a witch;Chile of the devil, the dark, and sitch.Her heavy hair hung ...
Who stole sleep from baby's eyes? I must know. Clasping her pitcher to her waist mother went to fetch waterfrom the ...
You draw a circle in the sand and then halve the circle with the same hazelnut stick. Next you fall to your knees, then ...
You are so beautiful in winter!The field stretched on its back, near the horizon,and the trees stopped running from the ...
We who know not the charms of a glass below Zero, Come list to the lay of an Alpine Club ...
I was laying round town just spending my timeOut of a job and not makin' a dimeWhen up steps a ...
Possum time? Dahky take up de trail. Rahbit skirtin' thoo de thicket, In de barn yawd sots de quail. Cum ...
Since the boys have come back from that terrible warWe're all using words that were not heard beforeLearnt in the ...
A Volunteer's Nightmare. If you're Volunteer Artist or Athlete, or if you defend the Home, You sacrifice ' Ease ' ...
How many times mused Hugo,does fours into 372 go?Come now; let me see.I have it — Ninety three!(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
The Cross, the Cross Goes deeper in than we know, Deeper into life; Right into the marrow And through the ...
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
When Sam Small joined the regiment, 'E were no' but a raw recruit, And they marched 'im away one wint'ry ...
God has pity on kindergarten children, He pities school children -- less. But adults he pities not at all. He ...
I turn round Like a dumb beast in a show. Neither know what I am Nor where I go, My ...
Desks are straining on all fours, flanks Heaving to hurl the hunched riders Down crack and cranny, buck Finger-snapping lids, ...
In Tilbury Town did Old King Cole A wise old age anticipate, Desiring, with his pipe and bowl, No Khan's ...
One thing that literature would be greatly the better for Would be a more restricted employment by the authors of ...
from an officer's diary during the last war I The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids. "Stephan! Stephan!" The ...
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