Kingfisher Song (Kendrick Smithyman Poems)
A yellow-breasted birdheraldic on his rockdevised himself to give backdue light to an afternoon.Who from his posing tookstrength, as from ...
A yellow-breasted birdheraldic on his rockdevised himself to give backdue light to an afternoon.Who from his posing tookstrength, as from ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of ...
Of course, the familiar rustling of programs, My hair mussed from behind by a grand gesture Of mink. A little ...
In everything I seek to graspThe fundamental:The daily choice, the daily task,The sentimental.To plumb the essence of the past,The first ...
The crabs are lunching;An hour I've watched, and still they eat,Pincering microcosms from the scaly rocks,Time to split-second mouth shutteringsLink ...
Last night, I dreamed of Nippon.... I saw a cloud of whiteDrifting before the sunset On seas of opal light.Beyond ...
The sun has gone, and from the ferryboatThat like a golden worm crawls through the night,I watch the myriad stars ...
Like Manna raining down from heaven so too the smelly fish flakes fall onto the open mouths of the tropical ...
His mother's voice through his mother's womb gave away his presence, his nearness his being, so close, so close a ...
That the light of the earth, light from heaven was snuffed out suffered humiliating all to human death that he ...
You were forever finding some new play. So when I saw you down on hands and knees I the meadow, ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Conferring with myself My stranger disappeared Though first upon a berry fat Miraculously fared How paltry looked my cares My ...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
"A year to live," the Doctor said; "There is no cure," and shook his head. Ah me! I felt as ...
There is a fenceless garden overgrown With buds and blossoms and all sorts of leaves; And once, among the roses ...
Coffee and cigarettes in a clean cafe, forsythia lit like a damp match against a thundery sky drunk on its ...
'Twas in the year of 1858, and on October the fourteenth day, That a fire broke out in a warehouse, ...
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