The Play Is Done (Edith Mirick Poems)
The play is done, the curtain drops,Spent candles gutter on the walls;The fiddler's plaintive wailing stopsAnd yawning watchers all depart ...
The play is done, the curtain drops,Spent candles gutter on the walls;The fiddler's plaintive wailing stopsAnd yawning watchers all depart ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
Wot makes the soldier's 'eart to penk, wot makes 'im to perspire? It isn't standin' up to charge nor lyin' ...
1918 We're not so old in the Army List, But we're not so young at our trade, For we had ...
Where are the passions they essayed, And where the tears they made to flow? Where the wild humours they portrayed ...
upon the Unemployed Tom-garlanded with squat and surly steel Tom; then Tom's fallowbootfellow piles pick By him and rips out ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long, The trolls go up and the trolls ...
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift; The battle to the strong. Of ...
Stop, stop and listen for the bough top Is whistling and the sun is brighter Than God's own shadow in ...
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
Everything here is yellow and green. Listen to its throat, its earthskin, the bone dry voices of the peepers as ...
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- ...
I Moonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scent Of summer gardens; these can bring you all Those dreams that in ...
Do you recall that happy bike With bundles on our backs? How near to heaven it was like To blissfully ...
At on time, in America, many years ago, Large gray wolves wont to wander to and fro; And from the ...
All night the knot in the shoelace waits for its liberation, and the match on the table packs its head ...
from an officer's diary during the last war I The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids. "Stephan! Stephan!" The ...
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