Fountains Of Aix (May Swenson Poems)
Beards of water some of them have. Others are blowing whistles of water. Faces astonished that constant water jumps from their mouths. Jaws of lions are snarling waterthrough green ...
Poems about pincered (3 Poems)
Bullets (Edward Dyson Poems)
As bullets come to us they're thin, They're angular, or smooth and fat, Some spiral are, and gimlet in, ...
Over Sir John’s Hill (Dylan Thomas Poems)
Over Sir John's hill,The hawk on fire hangs still;In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his ...