V (Tony Harrison Poem)
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
loneliness is a state the lonely cannot reach it carries a grandeur that doesn't fit into bed-sitters or rejected ideas ...
fancy shooting a man dead for an old label but think if there weren't any old labels nobody would ever ...
We must stand with them not be duped by the madman convinced to label them as rebels when they are ...
We are to live not be the ways of the world not be some rigid orthodoxy but by love's command ...
not the religion, not the name we claim proof of our humanity, our belief in love in the way we ...
Not a Christian, not other label a disciple of Christ, in how we show love caring wholly, for the needs ...
An amber plastic vial sat wedged in the top of a chain link fence held in place by the dull ...
Smell the bold colors, Rich in my nostrils, Illuminated on the branches before me as I drive. Low sunlight piercing ...
It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as if offering my stomach, as ...
The day after Christmas, young Albert Were what's called, confined to his bed, With a tight kind of pain in ...
Is there anything which isn't made in China? The answer is. of course there is, the question was rhetorical, a ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, ...
I am the unnoticed, the unnoticable man: The man who sat on your right in the morning train: The man ...
All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter? I spoke a tongue that was passed on To me in the ...
An ideal father: doesn't smoke doesn't scold doesn't fuss doesn't test doesn't punish doesn't upset doesn't bore doesn't forbid doesn't ...
Oh how it would enable me To titillate my vanity If you should choose to label me A Poet of ...
There were twin artists A. and B. Who painted pictures two, And hung them in my galley For everyone to ...
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by ...
Bix to Buxtehude to Boulez, The little white dog on the Victor label Listens long and hard as he is ...
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