Signals (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
The hot wax drips from the flares On the scrawled pink forms that litter The bench where he sits; the glitterOf stars ...
The hot wax drips from the flares On the scrawled pink forms that litter The bench where he sits; the glitterOf stars ...
"I deem that God is not disquieted"-- This in a mighty poet's rhymes I read; And blazoned so forever doth abide Within my ...
In all the land our race was once excelling.In richer regions it e'en now possessesBroad seats and fruitful; but by ...
To make a bridgeBetween poetry and proseTo make a movable bridgeBetween this year and next yearTo know the male from ...
Let our hearts sing the song of the season the coming of our Savior down to the earth Advent upon ...
An urgent call a race down the dark stairs a flicker of color as I ran outside an arc, His ...
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; ...
Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; Strange entrees with a ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
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