All overgrown by cunning moss (Emily Dickinson Poems)
148All overgrown by cunning moss,All interspersed with weed,The little cage of "Currer Bell"In quiet "Haworth" laid.Gathered from many wanderings -Gethsemane ...
Poems about haworth (15 Poems)
All overgrown by cunning moss, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of "Currer Bell" In quiet "Haworth" laid. Gathered ...
WINTER BLUES (Barry Tebb Poems)
For Penny Abraham I wish I had Auden's penchant For going about in carpet slippers Or the late HRH Margaret's ...
THE ROAD TO HAWORTH MOOR (Barry Tebb Poems)
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
THE LAST DAY OF ANOTHER HOME HOLIDAY (Barry Tebb Poems)
I sat on a low stone wall Watching the blue blood of the azaleas Spatter on Haworth's cobbles. A seamless ...
A FINE MADNESS (Barry Tebb Poems)
Any poets about or bored muses fancying a day out? Rainy, windy, cold Leeds City Station Half-way through its slow ...
MARGINALIA (Barry Tebb Poems)
Here is a silence I had not hoped for This side of paradise, I am an old believer In nature's ...
PULLED FROM A LIFE SOME LEAVES (Barry Tebb Poems)
Pulled from a life some leaves in evergreen Or dressed like fragrant crinoline draped Over shadows by di Chirico, stolen ...
IN HARM’S WAY (Barry Tebb Poems)
I was never a film buff, give me Widmark and Wayne any day Saturday matin?es with Margaret Gardener still hold ...
COMING TO TERMS WITH SCHIZOPHRENIA (Barry Tebb Poems)
Why our son, why? Every morning the same dark chorus wakes me And I wonder how I am still alive. ...
LETTER FROM LEEDS (Barry Tebb Poems)
Would 'any woman' find me difficult to live with? My tastes are simple: space for several thousand books, The smoke ...
WELCOME HOME (Barry Tebb Poems)
'Leeds welcomes you' in flowers Garlanding the white stuccoed tower Of City Station: red on green As poetry's demon seizes ...
THREE SONGS FOR MAYDAY MORNING (Barry Tebb Poems)
( I ) for 'JC' of the TLS Nightmare of metropolitan amalgam Grand Hotel and myself as a guest there ...
LETTERS TO FRIENDS (Barry Tebb Poems)
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
AUBADE (Barry Tebb Poems)
Dawn's my Mr Right, already Cocks have crowed, birds flown from nests, The neon lights of Leeds last night still ...