Hedger (Ivor Gurney Poems)
To me the A Major Concerto has been dearerThan ever before, because I saw one weaveWonderful patterns of bright green, ...
To me the A Major Concerto has been dearerThan ever before, because I saw one weaveWonderful patterns of bright green, ...
He carved a flute of elder green,And notched it well and true,Then pursed his lips and puffed his cheeksAnd merrily ...
"I - At The Post-Office It was a gray, midwinter afternoon.A noisy wind pursued the fine hard flakesOf blinding snow, ...
Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead— said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural ...
To the memory of John Peale Bishop, 1892-1944Attor porsi la mano un poco avante,e colsi un ramicel da un gran ...
Noiselessly the planets will blow by,Like smoke, like breath, like driven snow; Frost-bitten suns on on, on on will blow; ...
"IIn morning breeze, the Indian summer's gold Of sun on Mildred's happy cheeks aglow Beneath dark hair; it glistens on ...
On such a day the shrunken streamSpends its last water and runs dry;Clouds like far turrets in a dreamStand baseless ...
We passed each other, turned and stopped for half an hour, then went our way,I who make other women smile ...
The rough north winds have left their icy cavesTo growl and grope for preyUpon the murky sea;The lonely sea-gull skims ...
Houses have ghosts, they say; well like enough they may have — Folks that have lived within their walls ...
The prairie cleft by skirmish lines of fence- High-headed longhorns bound for pastures new- Torn denim fluttering and profane dispraise- ...
All night long, by a distant bell, The passing hours were notched On the dark, while her breathing rose and ...
Joy to have merited the Pain -- To merit the Release -- Joy to have perished every step -- To ...
Death sets a Thing significant The Eye had hurried by Except a perished Creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little ...
Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred, Like to a warrior's destiny! I love To stretch me often ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
The beauty of manhole covers--what of that? Like medals struck by a great savage khan, Like Mayan calendar stones, unliftable, ...
Three months after he lies dead, that long yellow narrow body, not like Christ but like one of his saints, ...
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