The Old Play (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
IIN an old play-house, in an old play,In an old piece that has been done to death,We dance, kind ladies, ...
IIN an old play-house, in an old play,In an old piece that has been done to death,We dance, kind ladies, ...
This year again there is spring, spring incredibly familiar, so why does poetry suffocate on its own breath. The tree ...
for David LehmanI woke up this morning feelingincredibly Gorky. So I made an appointmentto see my Doctorow. He said my ...
The frivolous can call me frivolous.I've always been most punctilious aboutimportant things. And I insistthat no one knows better than ...
you rushed inlaughingsuch a sweet little thingone summer daya few years agorushed into my lifeand you're still thereholding your breathwide-eyed,you ...
Harun Omar and Master Hafiz keep your dead beautiful ladies. Mine is a little lovelier than any of your ladies ...
I made an ascent of the Eiger Last year, which has ne'er been surpassed; 'Twas dangerous, long, and laborious, ...
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliotwelcoming me to the land of dreamSofas couches fog in EnglandTea in his digs ...
There is genius here, in the delicate handThat traced these exquisite pastels across the sky,In the green-gold froth of the ...
(sign at a railroad crossing in Kenya) In a poem, one line may hide another line, As at a crossing, ...
the cupboard was done up on the outside in the brightest of colours the house it was part of was ...
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea ...
Congratulations, you've succeeded, you've acknowledged 60% of you at least are the incredibly dense and mindless people needed to make ...
The events of September 11th 2001 remain bitter sweet; as well as 2973 innocents confirmed dead (with their 19 terrorist ...
I LORD of the grass and hill, Lord of the rain, White Overlord of will, Master of pain, I who ...
Lord of my heart's elation, Spirit of things unseen, Be thou my aspiration Consuming and serene! Bear up, bear out, ...
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
The world is sadly sick, they say, And plagued by woe and pain. But look! How looms my garden gay, ...
Each time that I switch on the light A Miracle it seems to me That I should rediscover sight And ...
There were faces to remember in the Valley of the Shadow, There were faces unregarded, there were faces to forget; ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
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