Seventeen (Robert Nichols Poems)
All the loud winds were in the garden wood,All shadows joyfuller than lissom houndsDoubled in chasing, all exultant cloudsThat ever ...
All the loud winds were in the garden wood,All shadows joyfuller than lissom houndsDoubled in chasing, all exultant cloudsThat ever ...
On old Brandywine-- aboutWhere White's Lots is now laid out,And the old crick narries downTo the ditch that splits the ...
Old Man Whiskery-Whee-Kum-Wheeze Lives 'way up in the leaves o' trees. An' wunst I slipped up-stairs to play In Aunty's room, while she ...
They ain't no style about 'em,And they're sorto' pale and faded,Yit the doorway here, without 'em,Would be lonesomer, and shadedWith ...
I've stayed in the front yard all my life.I want a peek at the backWhere it's rough and untended and ...
Sometimes, in a shop window, you appear,set up between others of the same gender,dressed in new clothes and markedwith a ...
on a dust-covered road I search for your lips.I bend over and look under each moss-wrapped stone.coiled into spirals snails ...
A bundle is a funny thing,It alwayse sets me wondering;For whether it is thin or wideYou never know just what's ...
No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of ...
In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its ...
WHEN night drifts along the streets of the city, And sifts down between the uneven roofs, My mind begins to ...
I am an iconoclast. I delightIn upsetting dignified customs; In seeing their frilled petticoatsAnd pantalettes fluttering,Upturned helplessly to heaven.I like ...
Your room would only be completewith music and a tired cat,a phone pleadingand no hand to lift it.From the window, ...
Tell you what I like the best -- 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
And do not be indiscreet or unconventional. Play it safe. Listen here. I've never played it safe in spite of ...
Jean, death comes close to us all, flapping its awful wings at us and the gluey wings crawl up our ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
Oh I have worn my mourning out, And on her grave the green grass grows; So I will hang each ...
Shut one eye then the other Peek into every corner of yourself See that there are no nails no thieves ...
After all the rain, the sun Shines on hill and grassy mead; Fly into the garden, child, You are very ...
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