The Very Image – To Rene Magritte (David Gascoyne Poems)
An image of my grandmotherher head appearing upside-down upon a cloudthe cloud transfixed on the steepleof a deserted railway-stationfar awayAn ...
An image of my grandmotherher head appearing upside-down upon a cloudthe cloud transfixed on the steepleof a deserted railway-stationfar awayAn ...
When I crept over the hill, broken with tears.When I crouched down on the grass, dumb in despair,I heard the ...
Sundering the bushes like a snare,More violet than Margarita's tight-pressed lips,More passionate than Margarita's white-eyed stare,The nightingale glowed, royally throbbed ...
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down ...
At intermission I find her backstage still practicing the piece coming up next. She calls it the "solo in high ...
During the war, I was in China. Every night we blew the world to hell. The sky was purple and ...
Oh King of grief! (a title strange, yet true, To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
(in china it is symbolic of darkness and the new moon) in your night's hollow the tiger stalks black grasses ...
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 ...
Sitting there, the office petting, stroking his orange fur she spoke of a longing, a desire the purr of a ...
I remember those last few moments as your breathing slowed, no longer labored she on the side of your bed, ...
Title divine -- is mine! The Wife -- without the Sign! Acute Degree -- conferred on me -- Empress of ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
My God, my God, what queer corner am I in? Didn't I die, blood running down the post, lungs gagging ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving ...
There was one a-riding grand On a tall brown mare, And a fine gold band He brought me there. A ...
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