“The rank stench of those bodies haunts me still” (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
The rank stench of those bodies haunts me stillAnd I remember things I'd best forget.For now we've marched to a ...
The rank stench of those bodies haunts me stillAnd I remember things I'd best forget.For now we've marched to a ...
They are the angels of that watery world,With so much knowledge that they just aspireTo move themselves on golden fins,Or ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
I Spring found us early that eventful year, Seeming to know in her clairvoyant way The bitterness ...
No, no, my friend; there is an agony Not to be exorcised out of the world By any ...
FISH, oh Fish,So little matters!Whether the waters rise and cover the earthOr whether the waters wilt in the hollow places,All ...
Once upon a midnight chilling, as I held my feet unwillingO'er a tub of scalding water, at a heat of ...
I inherited forty acres from my FatherAnd, by working my wife, my two sons and two daughtersFrom dawn to dusk, ...
A little girl crouches with her little brotherNext to an overturned barrel of water.In rags, a beast of a person ...
You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt-water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be ...
Reading the menu at the morning service: - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, ...
"Is that the Three-and-Twentieth, Strabo mine, Marching below, and we still gulping wine?" From the sad magic of his fragrant ...
Racing to her meeting gulping down dinner racing to the door but she ran to the little room To catch ...
Not only sands and gravels Were once more on their travels, But gulping muddy gallons Great boulders off their balance ...
at the track today, Father's Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a little surprise. ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
I hate my neighbour Widow Green; I'd like to claw her face; But if I did she'd make a scene ...
I stood before a candy shop Which with a Christmas radiance shone; I saw my parents pass and stop To ...
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base, And speed ...
I inherited forty acres from my Father And, by working my wife, my two sons and two daughters From dawn ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
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