Introduction (Hilaire Belloc Poems)
The parents of the learned child(His father and his mother)Were utterly aghast to noteThe facts he would at random quoteOn ...
The parents of the learned child(His father and his mother)Were utterly aghast to noteThe facts he would at random quoteOn ...
Cows suffered in the days of oldFor want of water and from cold,Now of good water they have fillFor it ...
Becos a crook done in a prince, an' narked an Emperor, An' struck a light that set the world aflame;Becos ...
No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of ...
Am I to become profligate as if I were a blonde? Or religiousas if I were French?Each time my heart ...
A hundred miles from the Longships Light —Leave her, Johnnie, leave her! — And blowing up for a dirty night ...
Picassoyou give us Thingswhichbulge:grunting lungs pumped full of sharp thick mindyou make us shrillpresents alwaysshut in the sumptuous screech ofsimplicity(out ...
Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore, Imperfect kindling even in this ...
What a girl called "the dailiness of life" (Adding an errand to your errand. Saying, "Since you're up . . ...
This is for Elsa, also known as Liz, an ample-bosomed gospel singer: five discrete malignancies in one full breast. This ...
I was six when I first saw kittens drown. Dan Taggart pitched them, 'the scraggy wee shits', Into a bucket; ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
The window opens to a ledge. There is a great darkness coming. The betrayers of lineage. Their savior walking across ...
Cut the bank for the fill. Dump sand pumped out of the river into the old swale killing whatever was ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
In the beginning was the three-pointed star, One smile of light across the empty face, One bough of bone across ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
Tramp, tramp, the grim road, the road from Mons to Wipers (I've 'ammered out this ditty with me bruised and ...
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was ...
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me ...
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