Breadfruit (Philip Larkin Poem)
Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit, Whatever they are, As bribes to teach them how to execute Sixteen ...
Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit, Whatever they are, As bribes to teach them how to execute Sixteen ...
When the kindly hours of darkness, save for light of moon and star, Hide the picture on the signboard over ...
When I was up the country in the rough and early days, I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett's ...
It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, When I came, in search of `copy', to a ...
I long for the streets but the Lord knoweth best, For there I am never a saint; There are lovable ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
When I think of you, our friendship so deep, so rich in the moments, when we saw each other daily, ...
It was the dark chocolate and the thirty-year old scotch that was the one, so smooth silk sliding down my ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
I'll tell you the tale of an old country pub As fancied itself up to date, It had the word ...
One day, little Albert Ramsbottom To see 'ow much money 'e'd got Stuck a knife in 'is money-box slot 'ole ...
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really ...
The biker was a menace on the farm, a madman bent on speed, intent on leaving all for dead (it ...
They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, ...
"Why shouldn't I have a purely vegetarian drink? Why shouldn't I take vegetables in their highest form, so to speak? ...
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for ...
The stone-built villages of England. A cathedral bottled in a pub window. Cows dispersed across fields. Monuments to kings. A ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
As he grew famousâ?"ah, but what is fame?â?" he lost his old obsession with his name, things seemed to matter ...
Of all the docks upon the blue There was no dockyard, old or new, To touch the dock at Cockatoo. ...
The stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke-- "They say we folks in Narromine are narrow-minded folk. But ...
Another search for Leichhardt's tomb, Though fifty years have fled Since Leichhardt vanished in the gloom, Our one Illustrious Dead! ...
O west of all that a man holds dear, on the edge of the Kingdom Come, Where carriage is far ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the ...
'Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog By the troopers of the upper Murray side, ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
When the master was calling the roll At the primary school in Collegelands, You were meant to call back Anseo ...
Wheeling them in, the yard gate at half-mast with its ticking hinge, the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs, ...
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