The Kookaburras (John O’Brien Poems)
Fall the shadows on the gullies, fades the purple from the mountain;And the day that's passing outwards down the stairways ...
Fall the shadows on the gullies, fades the purple from the mountain;And the day that's passing outwards down the stairways ...
All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time;Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.Nothing useless ...
A BalladSo strangely in the ear it sings,Like thrilling harp, like trembling strings,It wakes the Minstrel sleeping."Why beats the heart ...
From the depths of slumber,As I ascend the spiral stairways of wakefulness,I will whisper:God! God! God!Thou art the food, and ...
Why do I think of stairwaysWith a rush of hurt surprise?Wistful as forgotten love In remembered eyes;And fitful as the ...
Again the world goes open like a girl's roomFrom the white remotenesses street scenes come sailing upworkers with alum hands ...
The ominous anger of masses of menIs like the wild organ of the winter storm,The purple surge of battle,Leafless stars.With ...
Once on a time there was a man so hideous and ugly That little children shrank and tried to ...
Three days I heard them grieve when I lay dead, (It was so strange to me that they should weep!) ...
Golden lights and lengthening shadows,Flings the splendid sun declining,O'er the monastery gardenRich in flower, fruit and foliage.Through the avenue of ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its towerTicks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour:At the deep sudden ...
On an evening, for example, when the naive tourist has retired from our economic horrors, a master's hand awakens the ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
Men with picked voices chant the names of cities in a huge gallery: promises that pull through descending stairways to ...
SOMEWHERE you and I remember we came. Stairways from the sea and our heads dripping. Ladders of dust and mud ...
THE POLICEMAN buys shoes slow and careful; the teamster buys gloves slow and careful; they take care of their feet ...
We are happy all the time Even when we fight: Sweet briars of the stairways, Gay fairies of the grime; ...
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