Friday Night At The Royal Station Hotel (Philip Larkin Poem)
Light spreads darkly downwards from the high Clusters of lights over empty chairs That face each other, coloured differently. Through ...
Light spreads darkly downwards from the high Clusters of lights over empty chairs That face each other, coloured differently. Through ...
(or Blues for a Mississippi Black Boy) I was born in Mississippi; I walked barefooted thru the mud. Born black ...
Oh ye who hold the written clue To all save all unwritten things, And, half a league behind, pursue The ...
1895 I the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt. I was ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
for Audre Lorde and Sonny Wainwright Twice in my quickly disappearing forties someone called while someone I loved and I ...
'We were killing pigs when the Yanks arrived. A Tuesday morning, sunlight and gutter-blood Outside the slaughter house. >From the ...
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
Before the grace of Christ his willing sacrifice the love of God washing washing over us All of us destined ...
Looking first toward the bus looking for the girls waving good bye as they headed off to school The sun ...
The jetty changed, when the tide came in turned its course and headed out once more There were pools, caught ...
A way of life, selfish, lack of respect oblivious to the consequences his disregard of the process his responsibilities, his ...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
This is not bad -- ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft ...
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
In the night-reaches dreamed he of better graces, of liberations, and beloved faces, such as now ere dawn he sings. ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean The children walking two & two in red & blue & ...
While I was handling Dom Pedro I got at the thing that divides the race between men who are For ...
What did I think, a storm clutching a clarinet and boarding a downtown bus, headed for lessons? I had pieces ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
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