Bivouac: Chapter 1 (Aleksandr Tvardovskii Poems)
He had a genius, some old chap:Found a way of boilingSoup with never a pill or slopWhile the kitchen's rolling.First, ...
He had a genius, some old chap:Found a way of boilingSoup with never a pill or slopWhile the kitchen's rolling.First, ...
I Gloom! An October like November; August a hundred thousand hours, And all September, A hundred thousand, dragging sunlit days,And ...
Pleasanter than the hills of Thessaly,Nearer and dearer to the poet's heartThan the blue ripple belting Salamis,Or long grass waving ...
I slung me khaki suit to-day. Civilian now front heel to chin I 'op round on a single ...
Easy does it - bit o' trench 'ere,Mind that blinkin' bit o' wire,There's a shell 'ole on your left there,Lift ...
Me happy, night, night full of brightness;Oh couch made happy by iny long delectations;How many words talked out with abundant ...
ARE you going for a soldier with your curly yellow hair, And a scarlet coat instead of the smock you ...
Translated From the Chinese (early nineteenth century).It rained last night,But fair weather has come backThis morning.The green clusters of the ...
At centre, the Emperor, blue-yellow, in apotheosis,Gallops off, ramrod straight, on his fine gee-gee,Very happy - since everything he sees ...
If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back, If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line, If ...
I've a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick: I've a mouth like an old potato, and ...
NEAR Clapham village, where fields began, Saint Edward met a beggar man. It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled, ...
I tried cooking in my new Quicksilver jacket, just an affectation I assure you - no, not the coat or ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and covered your sweet limbs with that little red tunic? ...
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin ...
You want me to tell you a story, a yarn of the firin' line, Of our thin red kharki 'eroes, ...
Through portico of my elegant house you stalk With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit And the fabulous lutes ...
from an officer's diary during the last war I The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids. "Stephan! Stephan!" The ...
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