Paper Men To Air Hopes And Fears (Robert Francis Poems)
The first speaker saidFear fire. Fear furnacesIncinerators, the city dumpThe faint scratch of a match.The second speaker saidFear water. Fear ...
The first speaker saidFear fire. Fear furnacesIncinerators, the city dumpThe faint scratch of a match.The second speaker saidFear water. Fear ...
In the Black Country, from a little window, Before I slept, across the haggard wastes Of dust and ...
A memory of the past hath wondrous powerTo gild the present, and to throw a veilOf rare enchantment o'er the ...
To town one day rode Solon Stiles,O'er weary roads and rocky miles,And thro' long lanes, whose dusty breath,Did nearly smother ...
A poet is not a jukebox, so don't tell me what to write. I read a dear friend a poem ...
Jeanne-Marie has strong hands; dark hands tanned by the summer, pale hands like dead hands. Are they the hands of ...
_And that a reply be received before midnight.__British Ultimatum_.Their Day was at twelve of the night, When the graves give ...
It's hard when fowks can't finnd their wark Wheer they've bin bred an' born; When I were young ...
If Christ came questioning His world to-day, (If Christ came questioning,) 'What hast thou done to glorify thy God, Since ...
IThe incognizable kings of Night, within their unrevealed abyssHave built them a metropolis against the kingdoms of the light.Its mountain-passing ...
They are fighters, but they're not the hero kind;They are just a gang of grimy sailormen.They're the knights of crank ...
The first speaker said Fear fire. Fear furnaces Incinerators, the city dump The faint scratch of a match. The second ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
THE LAW says you and I belong to each other, George. The law says you are mine and I am ...
The lamps now glitter down the street; Faintly sound the falling feet; And the blue even slowly falls About the ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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