Sheep-Killer (Ernest G Moll Poems)
I should have known, when I undid his chain,That darkness had been busy at his brainAs at an anvil, sharpening ...
I should have known, when I undid his chain,That darkness had been busy at his brainAs at an anvil, sharpening ...
Those fellows down in parliament Have kicked up such a fuss, That now we seem election bent ...
As the fierce faun, on the cypress-bearded cape,Desires the sea-girl, seen with billow-driftedHair the color of kelp and shadowy-riftedVulva that ...
Groping back to bed after a piss I part the thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
yesterday the man was pleased the sun sat in the tree and all upon the land held to the harmony ...
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles ...
Like the prodigal like the sheep that was lost embers dying apart from the fire metal becoming dull away from ...
Needing wise counsel, guidance sharpening of my steel open to your correction before you God, I kneel Show me good ...
Cleopas and the other traveler like us, confused, afraid sometimes not fully understanding the story human hearts, human comprehension of ...
I must return to that valley of vision, gather again to me flocks, crescent moon and star; God - let ...
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
1 WHERE the city's ceaseless crowd moves on, the live-long day, Withdrawn, I join a group of children watching-I pause ...
Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones Are sharpening scythes. I see them place the hones In their ...
I -- In Church Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While thy stars made mirth, Saviour, at ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
Whoever has no house now will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone Will sit, read, write long ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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