Pit Him To His Bed (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Here's wee Tam aside the fire, Soun' as soun' can be,Tangs across his wee fat legs, Heid upon his knee.Wauken, ...
Here's wee Tam aside the fire, Soun' as soun' can be,Tangs across his wee fat legs, Heid upon his knee.Wauken, ...
When once the twilight locks no longerLocked in the long worm of my fingerNor damned the sea that sped about ...
The old apple-tree at the top of the orchardLies flatOn its back . . .It's been like thatSince it came ...
IAll all and all the dry worlds lever,Stage of the ice, the solid ocean,All from the oil, the pound of ...
I seen her once for just a jiff; it was a misty day,Wi' sea birds mewin' i' the rain an' ...
I'm back on my old job again; the boss has raised my pay;I've donned "civilians," and I've put my uniform ...
The birds of tinWe cannot eat.We play with themThey cost us nothingThe birds of tinMunicipalThey fly, they floatThey wave to ...
675Essential Oils - are wrung -The Attar from the RoseBe not expressed by Suns - alone -It is the gift ...
Hard Rock/ was/ "known not to take no shit From nobody," and he had the scars to prove it: Split ...
We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine, We were melted in the furnace and the pit-- We were ...
There was something about it the way he had things just so, from the start a level, freshly cut boards ...
Essential Oils -- are wrung -- The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Suns -- alone -- It ...
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance: They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in ...
Were I - who to my cost already am One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man - A spirit free ...
Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose ...
When once the twilight locks no longer Locked in the long worm of my finger Nor damned the sea that ...
It was also my violent heart that broke, falling down the front hall stairs. It was also a message I ...
Where once the waters of your face Spun to my screws, your dry ghost blows, The dead turns up its ...
I All all and all the dry worlds lever, Stage of the ice, the solid ocean, All from the oil, ...
Of all the docks upon the blue There was no dockyard, old or new, To touch the dock at Cockatoo. ...
It chanced out back at the Christmas time, When the wheat was ripe and tall, A stranger rode to the ...
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