Out Through the Tunnel (Arun Mitra Poems)
The sun was not thereThe mortal game began in the darkYet we sang the song of dawn,What a jingle the ...
The sun was not thereThe mortal game began in the darkYet we sang the song of dawn,What a jingle the ...
Never the long wind dieth, Never, never, But sigheth, crieth, In its old endeavor, Where the ...
Not the sea-wave so bellows abroad when it bursts upon shingle,Whipped from the sea's deeps up ...
The sun on the reeds an' rushes, An' the sand outstretched before, An' the sun on the kelp an' ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee - The place they called "New Pipeclay", Where the diggers used to ...
Wind whines and whines the shingle, The crazy pierstakes groan; A senile sea numbers each single Slimesilvered stone. From whining ...
for a man whose eyes till now were a bed of rock whose hands were drier than deserts the sea's ...
After long drought, commotion in the sky; After dead silence, thunder. Then it comes, The rain. It slashes leaves, and ...
Where were you Shirley of the Sanguine Lake? Where did you disappear? The echoes of your empty house Were almost ...
As he writes, without looking at the sea, he feels the tip of his pen begin to tremble. The tide ...
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
Bird-watching colonels on the old sea wall, Down here at Dawlish where the slow trains crawl: Low tide lifting, on ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
DO you know how the dream looms? how if summer misses one of us the two of us miss summer- ...
IN Abraham Lincoln's city, Where they remember his lawyer's shingle, The place where they brought him Wrapped in battle flags, ...
THIN sheets of blue smoke among white slabs . near the shingle mill . winter morning. Falling of a dry ...
Three jolly Farmers Once bet a pound Each dance the others would Off the ground. Out of their coats They ...
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