The Old Play (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
IIN an old play-house, in an old play,In an old piece that has been done to death,We dance, kind ladies, ...
IIN an old play-house, in an old play,In an old piece that has been done to death,We dance, kind ladies, ...
(March 4, 1913)Thine aid, O Muse, I consciously beseech;I crave thy succour, ask for thine assistanceThat men may cry: 'Some ...
The sun is high, the seaside air is sharp,And salty light reveals the Mayan School.The Irish hope their names are ...
Beatus ille, qui procul negotiis - Horace:Happy the man, who far from life's allureIs not too rich - and likewise ...
I abhor the shame, the shudder of the pastWhen everything was more than being and nothing else.When each moment unmoved, ...
0, thou profound, eternal blue,God's mystic arch of heaven-land!Art thou not veiling spirit hue,And hiding the angelic band?Jehovah! so move ...
To build, to add sheer beauty to the earth,To paint the foreground to the eternal sky,Meet to reflect its silent ...
Petulant priests, greedycenturions, and one millionincensed gestures standbetween your love and me.Your agape sacrificeis reduced to colored glass,vapid penance, and ...
A FIRST walk after sickness: the sweet breeze That murmurs welcome in the bending trees, When the cold shadowy foe ...
? Maxime du CampIFor the child, in love with globe, and stamps,the universe equals his vast appetite.Ah! How great the ...
_Stanzas from "Onegin"_Our Northern Winter's fickle Summer,Than Southern Winter scarce more bland--Is undeniably withdrawingOn fleeting footsteps from the land.Soon will ...
Translated From the Chinese of Tu Fu (712-770).Here are the doleful rains,And one would say the sky is weepingThe death ...
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 ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
"the cure of souls." Henry James The radiant soda of the seashore fashions Fun, foam and freedom. The sea laves ...
I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight, All the ...
God strengthen me to bear myself; That heaviest weight of all to bear, Inalienable weight of care. All others are ...
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
The young maricones and the horny muchachas, The big fat widows delirious from insomnia, The young wives thirty hours' pregnant, ...
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