The Traveller (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
I've loops o' string in the place o' buttons, I've mostly holes for a shirt;My boots are bust and my ...
I've loops o' string in the place o' buttons, I've mostly holes for a shirt;My boots are bust and my ...
"HE stood up in our khaki with the poise Of perfect soldiership beneath the praise Of the French officer. We ...
There's a lot of joy in the smiling world, there's plenty of morning sun, And laughter and songs and ...
"Through thin, gray, moving clouds a summer sun Lies like dull silver on the rippled stream. Now gusts alarm, now ...
I say, as one who never fearedThe wrath of a subscriber's bullet,I pity him who has a beardBut has no ...
THE sunset gun booms out in hollow roar Night breathes upon the waters of the bay The river lies, a ...
Now I am slow and placid, fond of sun,Like a sleek beast, or a worn one,No slim and languid girl ...
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?Then crouch within the door -Red - is the Fire's common tint ...
The big ships are short-and the big ships are busy:A continent is hungry and the high hopes fail.But here's Mr. ...
The harbour is an ironing board:flat iron tugs dash smoothing towardany shirt of a ship any pillowslipof a freighter they ...
Usually at the helipad I see them stumble-dance across the hot asphalt with crokersacks over their heads, moving toward the ...
for Greg Fallon A kid yells "Mother Fucker" out the school bus window. I don't think anyone notices the afternoon ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Then crouch within the door -- Red -- is the Fire's ...
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
A woman I have never seen before Steps from the darkness of her town-house door At just that crux of ...
I put my foot in cold water and hold it there: early mornings they had to wade through broken ice ...
She loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in. In a loose white gown she walks and a new ...
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em, And ...
Here all the day she swings from tide to tide, Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain, A ...
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