Oiling (Norman Rowland Gale Poems)
Excuse me, Sweetheart, if I smear, With wisdom learnt from ancient teachers, Now winter time once more is here, This grease upon your ...
Excuse me, Sweetheart, if I smear, With wisdom learnt from ancient teachers, Now winter time once more is here, This grease upon your ...
All his life he was building something, inventing something.Now, for a Cretan queen, an artificial heifer,so as to cuckold the ...
Deep in a forest where it rainscuckoos cry.Beyond pale darknesstheir echoes respond.Elegant-looking tips of the treesare hearing the silent fog ...
Country roads are yellow and brown. We mend the roads in London town. Never a hansom dare come nigh, Never a cart goes ...
Distant as the heavens,'long lengthy country roadsFilled with feeling have I comeAnd now, from the strait of AkashiYamato an island ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throngThat rushes fast the streets along?Can Rhodes a prey to flames, then, be?In ...
A cow boy and his trusty palWere camped one night by an old corral;They were keeping a line on the ...
We each of us have a good "alibi"For being down here in the "joint"But few of them really are justifiedIf ...
SCENE: Political meeting of future.CHAIRMAN, rising, calls for silence.CHAIRMAN: Ladies and gentlemen -- those of you that are -- I ...
Wrangle up your mouth-harps, drag your banjo out,Tune your old guitarra till she twangs right stout,For the snow is on ...
Who are the men that clamor mostAgainst the war, its cause and cost,And who Jeff Davis sometimes toast? The Copperheads.Who, ...
I like to read confessionsAs lengthy as Rousseau's,With all their slow processionsOf innumerable woes.I revel in Cellini,Augustine, AmielDumas's Memoirs so ...
Controlled chaos Sharp angles Ripped colors Shapes alternating Sharp and subdued Tragedy And rage Pulled onto page Within a Continuous ...
A few kind words, what can be bought with that? In essence just a clique of tidy prose, a verb, ...
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves, And washes both banks. In steppe, above light clay of cliffs Rinks mourn ...
I have a pack of letters, I have a pack of memories. I could cut out the eyes of both. ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
A pair of blackbirds warring in the roses, one or two poppies losing their heads, the trampled lawn a battlefield ...
Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey -- A man must cover with travelling ...
When the loud day for men who sow and reap Grows still, and on the silence of the town The ...
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