The Ballad of the Squalus (John Perreault Poems)
I ran into an old time sailor, up on Market Street;We had a cup of coffee, his last name was ...
I ran into an old time sailor, up on Market Street;We had a cup of coffee, his last name was ...
They can't hear in West o' London, where the worst dine with the best-Deaf to all save lies and laughter, ...
UNCLES who burst on childhood, from the East,Blown from air, like bearded ghosts arriving,And are, indeed, a kind of guessed-at ...
Quand le ciel bas et lourd p?se comme un couvercleSur l'esprit g?missant en proie aux longs ennuis,Et que de l'horizon ...
1white curtains of infinite fatiguedominating the starborn heritage of the colonies of St Franciswhite curtains of tortured destiniesinheriting the calamities ...
Les amoureux fervents et les savants aust?resAiment ?galement, dans leur m?re saison,Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,Qui ...
I have heard the roar and clamor through the city's crowded waysOf the never-ending pageant moving down the busy days--Coaches, ...
1 BEAT! beat! drums!-Blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows-through doors-burst like a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter ...
Dark clouds are smouldering into red While down the craters morning burns. The dying soldier shifts his head To watch ...
FIVE geese deploy mysteriously. Onward proudly with flagstaffs, Hearses with silver bugles, Bushels of plum-blossoms dropping For ten mystic web-feet- ...
What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? 'Tis she!--but why that bleeding ...
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