Reminiscing (Lysius Gough Poems)
Where long ago the Indian roamedand chased the buffalo.White men now have built their homes,and plow and plant and reap ...
Where long ago the Indian roamedand chased the buffalo.White men now have built their homes,and plow and plant and reap ...
We were young and it was an accomplishmentto have a body. No one said this. No onesaid much beyond "throw ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there,a cleared instrument, ready to act, to searchthe moral realm and actual ...
A song of the range, an old-time song,To the patter of pony's feet,That he used to sing as we rode ...
What it takes on this planet,to make love to each other in peace.Everyone pries under your sheets,everyone interferes with your ...
I will think as thinks the rabbit:—Oh, delightIn the nightWhen the moonSets the tuneTo the woods!And the broodsAll run out,Frisk ...
The afterglow fades and the daylight is failing,Deep gloom settles over the valley so wide;The slow moving column of cattle ...
I was off to Los Angeles to the burial of my cousin. The drive, as usual, was tedious, except for ...
I must go down to the shops again, to the crowded shops go IAnd all I have is a long ...
IAll all and all the dry worlds lever,Stage of the ice, the solid ocean,All from the oil, the pound of ...
What could be dafter Than John Skelton's laughter? What sound more tenderly Than his pretty poetry? So where to rank ...
(In the Crowd) As so it was, as time went along we would follow him, hear where he was going ...
An anonymous reciprocal grain offering, giving in love for the brother, who each believed more deserving, more worthy for the ...
Jots of thoughts in my journal How does editing sound, Illegible words, random thoughts Scratching out the rhyme Fighting the ...
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
Poetry, I found you where at last they chained and bound you; with devices all around you to torture and ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
I All all and all the dry worlds lever, Stage of the ice, the solid ocean, All from the oil, ...
Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude. You are far away too, oh farther than anyone. Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
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