Losing Track (Denise Levertov Poem)
Long after you have swung back away from me I think you are still with me: you come in close ...
Long after you have swung back away from me I think you are still with me: you come in close ...
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song ...
Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, When our hopes and our troubles were new, In the years spent in ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
For Ann London As you described your mastectomy in calm detail and bared your chest so I might see the ...
To the City of Bombay The Cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each -- This from her mountain-side, ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
The dead child lay in the shroud, And the widow watched beside; And her mother slept, and the Channel swept ...
And reports the derelict Mary Pollock still at sea. SHIPPING NEWS. I was the staunchest of our fleet Till the ...
To the City of Bombay The Cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each -- This from her mountain-side, ...
These numbered cliffs and gnarls of masonry Outskeleton Time's central city, Rome; Whereof each arch, entablature, and dome Lies bare ...
for all my country poses my cells belong to a town grass is symbol-deep in me but brick dips deeper ...
a dock, a working pier out into the estuary the pull of the tides, swaying seaweed barnacles, algae, the smell ...
Gulls perched on the pilings a cormorant coursing low toward the open sea a breeze inland from the Atlantic up ...
Under the canopy over the lake on the flat surface of the pier next to the boat moored there I ...
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, ...
Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier And an effaceless "Few" are lifted there -- Nay -- lift themselves -- ...
I would not paint -- a picture -- I'd rather be the One Its bright impossibility To dwell -- delicious ...
That after Horror -- that 'twas us -- That passed the mouldering Pier -- Just as the Granite Crumb let ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. ...
GO, fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before ...
See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side; They've left behind them Richard Kennet With the ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
'Twas in the year of 1888, and on July the 14th day, That an alarming accident occurred in the River ...
All ye lovers of the picturesque, away To beautiful Torquay and spend a holiday 'Tis health for invalids for to ...
'Twas on Friday the 2nd of March, in the year of 1894, That the Storm Fiend did loudly laugh and ...
The Loch Achray was a clipper tall With seven-and-twenty hands in all. Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A ...
AFTER HAVING READ A GREAT DEAL OF GOOD CURRENT POETRY IN THE MAGAZINES AND NEWSPAPERS Ah, they are passing, passing ...
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