The Well (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
"The brimming bucket at my mouth -Coolness of water! In all my veins the heat, the drouth, - O, the ...
"The brimming bucket at my mouth -Coolness of water! In all my veins the heat, the drouth, - O, the ...
I Brag, sweet tenor bull, descant on Rawthey's madrigal, each pebble its part for the fells' late spring. Dance tiptoe, ...
On one fine but fatal morning in the early Eocene, Lo, a brawny Bloke set out to dig a hole:First ...
Read ye here the song as sung By a chief named, briefly, Ung.In the days when arguments were manly ...
In the neolithic age of our Australia, long ago,There dwelt a wise old chieftain, as you probably don't know;His royal ...
Will she spring with a blush from the arms of Dawn, When the sleepy songsters prune Their dewy vestments on ...
That girl from the sun is bathing in the creek,Says the white old dosser in the cave.It's a sight worth ...
I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James;I am not up to small deceit or any sinful ...
The willows sweep the water, and the rushes lean a-down, And I see the river shining far away,With a ...
I have found out a gift for my fair; I know where the fossils abound,Where the footprints of Aves declare ...
Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men; A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then; ...
Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall, My feet on ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
King of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone: overlord of the M5: architect of the historic rampart and ditch, the ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Each of us, irregular stones, living stones, for the kingdom each with a place, a part to place to build ...
Three notes I allowed aloud to sum the August beachiness of herring gull railway pigeon otherwise birdless fishless conjoin - ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
There is still the wind that I remember firing the manes of horses, racing, slanting, across the plains, the wind ...
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