Critics Nightwatch (Gwen Harwood Poems)
Once more he tried, before he slept,to rule his ranks of words. They brokefrom his planned choir, lolled, slouched and ...
Once more he tried, before he slept,to rule his ranks of words. They brokefrom his planned choir, lolled, slouched and ...
As I stand at the lichened gateWith warring worlds on either hand -To left the black and budless trees,The empty ...
Days, when the ball of our visionHad eagles that flew unabashed to sun;When the grasp on the bow was decision,And ...
——— and their voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in its sound. ———The Muses are turned gossips; ...
Twice one are two; twice two are four.I can still hear it floating thro' the old school door: Those childish ...
ALL the skies had gloomed in gray, Many a week, day after day. Nothing came the blank to fill, Nothing ...
Mr. Noel CowardWas disillusioned and souredBy the lukewarm reception of his comedyIntroducing a real dromedary**named Ethel(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love, And a disagreeable man was he. He loathed his neighbours, ...
This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured, This air, a little indistinct with autumn Like a reflection, constitute the ...
Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight made his pallet on the threshing floor where all day he had worked, and ...
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
A dove lived in a village. When it opened its mouth sweetness came out, sound like a silver light around ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook that patiently took us into its heart. At ...
The last unicorn was never free to chose another ending, the plaintive melody entrained with sweet orchestral strains describing it ...
I was saddened just to hear the bitter rancour in his voice, a sour hostility aloof of commonsense, and ranks ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
I think I'll buy a little field, Though scant am I of pelf, And hold the hope that it may ...
The river rises and the rains keep coming. My Papa says it can't flood for the water can run away ...
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