Nation Of The Blind (Ian Mudie Poems)
The grass grows over Eurekaand Stuart's tree is burned;Greenaway's stones are downand our eyes are dull and blind.The increase-stones are ...
The grass grows over Eurekaand Stuart's tree is burned;Greenaway's stones are downand our eyes are dull and blind.The increase-stones are ...
BANKRUPT of joy, who once was rich in it,Must drop pretence at last, no longer hideBehind drawn blinds rooms ravished ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
"THIS is the song of the wave! The mighty one! Child of the soul of silence, beating the air to ...
Beyond the Chiltern coast, this church:A lighthouse in dry seas of standing corn.Bees hive in the tower; the outer stonePared ...
As the soft gloaming fell,And the flowers closed their eyes,As homeward the last late birdBlackened against the skies,As the thin ...
Born anew, opportunities a new day dawning, possibilities so many choices, for good of for ill our mark on the ...
That day, those days after in the cool of history visible now moments of unity, of resolve frittered away, lost ...
With these words, the majority opinion ends How sad, they are, how ignoble an assessment of failure on an awful ...
Dear Friends, reproach me not for what I do, Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say That I am ...
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