Poems about tubs (21 Poems)

The Herring Weir (Charles G. D. Roberts Poems)

   Back to the green deeps of the outer bay      The red and amber currents glide and cringe,      Diminishing behind a luminous fringe    Of cream-white surf and wandering wraiths of spray.    Stealthily, in the old reluctant way,      The red flats are uncovered, mile on mile,      To glitter in the sun a golden while.    Far down the flats, a phantom sharply grey,    The herring weir emerges, quick with spoil.     Slowly the tide forsakes it. Then draws near,     Descending from the farm-house on the height,   A cart, with gaping tubs. The oxen toil     Sombrely o'er the level to the weir,     And drag a long black trail across the light.(Charles G. D. Roberts)

False Alarm (Boris Pasternak Poems)

From early morning-nonsenseWith tubs and troughs and strain,With dampness in the eveningAnd sunsets in the rain.Deep sighing of the darknessAnd ...

LEEDS 2002 (Barry Tebb Poems)

What ghosts haunt These streets of perpetual night? Riverbanks fractured with splinters of glass condominiums For nouveam riche merchant bankers ...

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