The T-Anchor Boys (Lysius Gough Poems)
It was in April our spurs began to rattle, as we rode thru pasture to round up the cattle…It was ...
It was in April our spurs began to rattle, as we rode thru pasture to round up the cattle…It was ...
I cannot parfitly my paternoster as the priest it singeth,But I can rhyme of Robyn Hode and Randall erle of ...
Grief is fatiguing. He is out of it,the whole humiliating Human round,out of this & that.He made a-many hearts go ...
In the night-reaches dreamed he of better graces,of liberations, and beloved faces,such as now ere dawn he sings.It would not ...
A poet is not a jukebox, so don't tell me what to write. I read a dear friend a poem ...
Randall, my son, before you me just nowI saw the lean vine fingering at the latch,And through the rain I ...
After our fierce loving in the brief time we found to be together, you lay in the half light exhausted, ...
In the night-reaches dreamed he of better graces, of liberations, and beloved faces, such as now ere dawn he sings. ...
Grief is fatiguing. He is out of it, the whole humiliating Human round, out of this & that. He made ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
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