The Triumph of Love (Geoffrey Hill Poems)
ISun-blazed, over Romsley, a livid rain-scarp.XIIIWhose lives are hidden in God? Whose?Who can now tell what was taken, or where,or ...
ISun-blazed, over Romsley, a livid rain-scarp.XIIIWhose lives are hidden in God? Whose?Who can now tell what was taken, or where,or ...
Two years had the tiger, whose shape was that of a sinister man,Been out since the night of escape — ...
The twilight falls; I soften the dusting feathers,And clean again.The house has lain and moldered for three days.The windows smeared ...
Th' mooin shone breet wi' silver leet, An th' wind wor softly sighin;Th' burds did sleep, an th' snails did creep, An ...
The rank stench of those bodies haunts me stillAnd I remember things I'd best forget.For now we've marched to a ...
Nurse your "unconquerable soul,"But diligently bear in mindThat Life is not a wayward stroll,For Circumstance asserts control,And fiercely prods you ...
There was snow that afternoon covering the roadwhich twisted toward the secretof water, the mysterious surgeof sludge & loam, the ...
We trudge along in the rain and sludgeAnd there is no turning back;Upward and onward, into the night,Of the Owen-Stanley ...
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
I don't mind kings and dukes and things; I don't mind wigs or maces;I don't mind crowns or robes or ...
THERE'S no better dog nor Hardcastle's Rake:Not a hundred guineas would Hardcastle take.For his wall-eyed dog: an' Ben is a ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran I'd throw in my United States, ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
The road is thronged with women; soldiers pass And halt, but never see them; yet they're here- A patient crowd ...
So Davies wrote: ' This leaves me in the pink. ' Then scrawled his name: ' Your loving sweetheart Willie ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares ...
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