Sunny Prestatyn (Philip Larkin Poem)
Come to Sunny Prestatyn Laughed the girl on the poster, Kneeling up on the sand In tautened white satin. Behind ...
Come to Sunny Prestatyn Laughed the girl on the poster, Kneeling up on the sand In tautened white satin. Behind ...
It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, When I came, in search of `copy', to a ...
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
"Brother Square-Toes"--Rewards and Fairies. If you're off to Philadelphia in the morning, You mustn't take my stories for a guide. ...
("Saint Proxed's ever was the Church for peace") If down here I chance to die, Solemnly I beg you take ...
Seven men from all the world, back to Docks again, Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain: Give ...
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty How he fell with a roll and a rumble And curled up like ...
I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake House Run by a lady my age. She was gay. When I ...
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature's error. Already the bars are filled and John is there. Beneath a plentiful lady over ...
I sing of the decline of Henry Clay Who loved a white girl of uncommon size. Although a small man ...
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf-Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair ...
To Ezra Pound These are the names of the companies that have made money from this war nineteenhundredsixtyeight Annodomini fourthousand ...
The windward island, southern end, easterly beach early in the morning, before the hotel stirred pool chairs turned to the ...
Oh how to tell the tale to spin the yarn, to pull you in Bring you along, down memory road ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire-nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus-the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-goats ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I had sex with a famous poet last night and when I rolled over and found myself beside him I ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals. With wet Koh-i-noors the October rain strokes what's left ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
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