Chorus Of Furies (Basil Bunting Poems)
Guarda mi disse, le feroce ErineLet us come upon him first as if in a dream, anonymous triple presence, memory ...
Guarda mi disse, le feroce ErineLet us come upon him first as if in a dream, anonymous triple presence, memory ...
I think I should have loved you presently,And given in earnest words I flung in jest;And lifted honest eyes for ...
The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall ...
No church-bell rings them from the Track, No pulpit lights theirblindness-- 'Tis hardship, drought, and homelessness That teach those Bushmen ...
The best is, in war or faction or ordinary vindictive life, not to take sides. Leave it for children, and ...
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
All day long they come and go-- Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Their Barricade against the Sky The martial Trees withdraw And with a Flag at every turn Their Armies are no ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
Remember midsummer: the fragrance of box, of white roses And of phlox. And upon a honeysuckle branch Three snails hanging ...
I have great faith in all things not yet spoken. I want my deepest pious feelings freed. What no one ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
I do not like my state of mind; I'm bitter, querulous, unkind. I hate my legs, I hate my hands, ...
The street filled with tomatoes, midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets. In ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
II I THINK I should have loved you presently, And given in earnest words I flung in jest; And lifted ...
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