In the Next Street (Ken Smith Poems)
there's only ever one argument: his,bawling out whoever punctuatesthe brief intervals his cussinginterrupts, something unheard, reason perhaps.What you never get ...
there's only ever one argument: his,bawling out whoever punctuatesthe brief intervals his cussinginterrupts, something unheard, reason perhaps.What you never get ...
A black and glassy float, opaque and still,The loch, at furthest ebb supine in sleep,Reversing, mirrored in its luminous deepThe ...
There is no silence upon the earth or under the earth like the silence under the sea;No cries announcing ...
Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men Thistles spike the summer air And crackle open ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
The last leaves fell like notes from a piano and left their ovals echoing in the ear; with gawky music ...
First Girl When this yokel comes maundering, Whetting his hacker, I shall run before him, Diffusing the civilest odors Out ...
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