Mr Bleaney (Philip Larkin Poem)
'This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed The whole time he was at the Bodies, till They moved him.' Flowered ...
'This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed The whole time he was at the Bodies, till They moved him.' Flowered ...
The wine of astonishment is house wine at my house. The whiskey of it is a sauce we savor. The ...
Your bed's got two wrong sides. You life's all grouse. I let your phone-call take its dismal course: Ah can't ...
Out in the orchard the bright azure sky not insects any longer save for the bees among the droplings the ...
Oh man! Nothing Mom and Dad were away; I had such big plans Four kinds of ice cream, scooped, melting ...
It was at Night that I learned the most about that magical place that dark and smoky, shadowed and garish ...
They called me rollman the herb and garlic sauce, just too good to leave on the plate that night in ...
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
You've read of several kinds of Cat, And my opinion now is that You should need no interpreter To understand ...
God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shops And go ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
I've come to give you fruit from out my orchard, Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me ...
Let us suppose, valleys & such ago, one pal unwinding from his labours in one bar of Chicago and this ...
THIS 1 wot ye all whom it concerns, I, Rhymer Robin, alias Burns, October twenty-third, A ne'er-to-be-forgotten day, Sae far ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple ...
In the storm-tossed Chilean sea lives the rosy conger, giant eel of snowy flesh. And in Chilean stewpots, along the ...
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky; Contrariwise, my blood runs cold When little boys ...
Here at the Super Duper, in a glass tank Supplied by a rill of cold fresh water Running down a ...
I have heard about the civilized, the marriages run on talk, elegant and honest, rational. But you and I are ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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