Mollymook (Dale Harcombe Poem)
All week, in this rented house, sea spray and whispers of wind weave through the eucalypts, like a Sondheim melody. ...
All week, in this rented house, sea spray and whispers of wind weave through the eucalypts, like a Sondheim melody. ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
A bright clear blue day in January after a cold snowfall overnight off the road, only glimpsed momentarily as I ...
A famous Greek, a playwright of the Gods a name from my scholastic memory, my past now on my computer ...
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
From the geyser ventilators Autumn winds are blowing down On a thousand business women Having baths in Camden Town Waste ...
Like a drift of faded blossoms Caught in a slanting rain, His fingers glimpsed down the strings of his harp ...
I knew a man by sight, A blameless wight, Who, for a year or more, Had daily passed my door, ...
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child; And she was the fairest of all ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
Twenty-eight naked young women bathed by the shore Or near the bank of a woodland lake Twenty-eight girls and all ...
She I'm waiting for the man I hope to wed. I've never seen him - that's the funny part. I ...
A child saw in the morning skies The dissipated-looking moon, And opened wide her big blue eyes, And cried: "Look, ...
I came too late to the hills: they were swept bare Winters before I was born of song and story, ...
From my window I can see, Where the sandhills dip, One far glimpse of open sea. Just a slender slip ...
From bristly foliage you fell complete, polished wood, gleaming mahogany, as perfect as a violin newly born of the treetops, ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Last night I looked across the hills And through an arch of darkling pine Low-swung against a limpid west I ...
From my window I can see, Where the sandhills dip, One far glimpse of open sea. Just a slender slip ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
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