Thoughts of New England (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Gloucester streets walking in Autumn twilight,Past Kineburgh's cottage and old Raven Tavern,That Hoare he kept, the Puritan, who tiredOr fired, ...
Gloucester streets walking in Autumn twilight,Past Kineburgh's cottage and old Raven Tavern,That Hoare he kept, the Puritan, who tiredOr fired, ...
Oh, a swan!Blooming in grace and power.Were you thrown out of the forest of reeds by PanTo flourish as a ...
Do you despair with all these conurbations above you? They are the legions the God- Man was unwilling to summon. After the last symphony, ...
My lemon-coloredwhisper-weight blousewith keyhole closureand sweetheart neckline is tuckedinto a pastel silhouette skirtwith side-slit ventsand triplicate pleatswhen I realize in ...
Kuprianov and his dear lady Natasha after walking those swinish guests to the door prepare for bed.kuprianovsaid, taking off his ...
Dear son I have to explain some things first of all I am not crazy but you would have me ...
Her drooping wrist, her armMove as a swan should move,First singing when death dawnsUpon the plumaged flesh.But here no swan ...
Seemingly wet, alive dripping, overflowing saturated with new color each flower giving, sharing pouring out, into the wings more than ...
In the driveway this morning gray clouds, lowering sky a break in the clouds bright light, a shimmering dove hanging ...
As if in the breeze, stopping even momentarily able to see the movement of their arms swaying in the morning ...
A white young paw, an orange tiger arm reaching, squeezed, under the bedroom door resting on the pile carpet, gently ...
Flash of joy Inspiration, epiphany On the page before me As I write, Seeing it appear Knowing it is right ...
A bright clear blue day in January after a cold snowfall overnight off the road, only glimpsed momentarily as I ...
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you ...
Autumn hill gather surplus shine Fly bird chase before companion. Colour green moment bright, Sunset mist no fixed place. The ...
All actors look for them-the defining moments When what a character does is what he is. The script may say, ...
Not a peep out of you now After the bedlam early this morning. Are you begging pardon of me Hidden ...
Where the path to the lake twists out of sight, A puff of dust, the kind bare feet make running, ...
We who travel between worlds lose our muscle and bone. I was wheeling a barrow of earth when agony bayoneted ...
The buzzards wheel slowly In wide circles, in a sky Faintly hazed as from dust from the road. And a ...
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