Dockery And Son (Philip Larkin Poem)
'Dockery was junior to you, Wasn't he?' said the Dean. 'His son's here now.' Death-suited, visitant, I nod. 'And do ...
'Dockery was junior to you, Wasn't he?' said the Dean. 'His son's here now.' Death-suited, visitant, I nod. 'And do ...
Sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty-three (which was rather late for me) - Between the end of the Chatterley ban ...
I am only nineteen My whole life is changing Tonight I see her Shuttered eyes in my dreams I cannot ...
I go to concert, party, ball -- What profit is in these? I sit alone against the wall And strive ...
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide. The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel, formerly ...
I was born in 1902 I never once went back to my birthplace I don't like to turn back at ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai-shek's army ran away They were waiting there in ...
Nineteen and zero Just win one more, Patriots Team of Destiny! January 26, 2008 (Raymond A. Foss)
A walk in the woods Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway Cold of winter Catch ...
A walk in the woods Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway Cold of winter Catch ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen Shuts. And the sound is rich, sympathetic, discreet. The sun still shines ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
SEVEN nations stood with their hands on the jaws of death. It was the first week in August, Nineteen Hundred ...
Friendless and faint, with martyred steps and slow, Faint for the flesh, but for the spirit free, Stung by the ...
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short ...
"Son," said my mother, When I was knee-high, "you've need of clothes to cover you, and not a rag have ...
Silent before the jury, Returning no word to the judge when he asked me If I had aught to say ...
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