The Last Adventure (Jan Struther Poems)
You think yourselves the adventurous ones, you young ones,And us becalmed, torpid, our days uneventful,Our blood stagnant, our minds' antennae ...
You think yourselves the adventurous ones, you young ones,And us becalmed, torpid, our days uneventful,Our blood stagnant, our minds' antennae ...
On pay-day nights, neck-full with beer,Old soldiers stumbling homeward here,Homeward (still dazzled by the sparkLove kindled in some alley dark)Young ...
When Gilbert's birthday came last spring,Oh! How our brains were rackedTo try to find a single thingOur languid dear one ...
An hour of peril in thy Lydstep caves: Down the steep gorge, grotesquely boulder-piled And tempest-worn, as Ocean hurrying wildUp it in ...
A GNARLED and massive oak log, shapeless, old,Hewed down of late from yonder hillside gray,Grotesquely curved, across our hearthstone lay;About ...
''Powers, erst of heaven; and, haply, yet again, As, with the years, we wiser, mightier grow, Thither, triumphant, destined to ...
"September afternoon. The farmers' teams In Belford all along the straggling street Stamped drowsily at flies. The rough board walk ...
What are these women up to? They've gone and strung Drapes over the windows, cutting out light And the slightest ...
At Quincey's moat the squandering village ends, And there in the almshouse dwell the dearest friends ...
Dear Dolly! who does not recallThe thrilling page that pictured allThose charms that held our sense in thrall Just as ...
Late August glares, a wagon filled with bones, Strange harvest from the prairies, seeks the town. The buyer pays a ...
Oh boy of mine, spread-eagled on your bed,Whose is the see-er eye that might divineThe fate that forms around your ...
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
It was a half-life that seemed like a genuine world wielding hard symbolism over those who ruled it; we lived ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
How can we find? how can we rest? how can We, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man? We, ...
If when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc ...
Oh, it's pleasant sitting here, Seeing all the people pass; You beside your bock of beer, I behind my demi-tasse. ...
North Country, filled with gesturing wood, With trees that fence, like archers' volleys, The flanks of hidden valleys Where nothing's ...
Amidst the flowers a jug of wine, I pour alone lacking companionship. So raising the cup I invite the Moon, ...
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