The Empress Sang In Reply (Empress Iwanohime Poems)
In the first month of spring, in the twenty-second year of his reign, the Emperor spoke to the Empress saying, ...
In the first month of spring, in the twenty-second year of his reign, the Emperor spoke to the Empress saying, ...
Close to the dunnest hour of night,Sniffing the odour of the brew,Their bat-wings oiled for water flight,The Devil and his ...
Such guests as you, sir, were not in my mindWhen I my homely dish with care designed;'Twas certain humble souls ...
october stops the pretence that somehow summer should still be loitering around it walks through the garden hanging the spiders ...
One evening at dusk as Noah stood on his Ark, Putting green oil in starboard side lamp, His wife came ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Then there's the man who comes in every Saturday to loiter in Romance. His face may be milk-white but in ...
Just a family get-together in a terrace house in Bradford High tea with a few stuffy aunts I hadn't seen ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
1 SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road-lo! such faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality; The spiritual, ...
I hired a carpenter to build my coffin and last night I lay in it, braced by a pillow, sniffing ...
God loafs around heaven, without a shape but He would like to smoke His cigar or bite His fingernails and ...
If I could blame it all on the weather, the snow like the cadaver's table, the trees turned into knitting ...
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat's tail Pods of the laburnum at nine ...
See, they return; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain ...
Two universes mosey down the street Connected by love and a leash and nothing else. Mostly I look at lamplight ...
My dog has died. I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine. Some day I'll join ...
The doctor fingers my bruise. "Magnificent," he says, "black at the edges and purple cored." Seated, he spies for clues, ...
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