Catching The Coach (Alfred Chandler Poems)
At Kangaroo Gully in 'Fifty-twoThe rush and the scramble was reckless and rough;'Three ounces a dish and the lead running ...
At Kangaroo Gully in 'Fifty-twoThe rush and the scramble was reckless and rough;'Three ounces a dish and the lead running ...
OH AmericaThe sun sets in you.Are you the grave of our day?Shall I come to you, the open tomb of ...
WHEN he pushed his bush of black hair off his brow:When she lifted her mop from her eyes, and screwed ...
Knowing the house deserted, amid the darkness of trees,That seemed to my memoriesFlat as vernal scenery upon a stage,Greatly daring ...
I CHANCED upon a line of thought, a thin line And traced its sinuous course from start to end ; ...
There are strange voices calling on the moor That stir my heart and wake an echo there.What is it knows ...
I. It is a repose in the light, neither fever nor languor, on a bed or on a meadow. It ...
stylised tulips - this is what the card says and they have that nineteen-twenties' feel of those bright young things ...
The blue jay scuffling in the bushes follows Some hidden purpose, and the gush of birds That spurts across the ...
The necks of the ferns the fiddleheads opening like the wings of butterflies the blood making them rigid the ferns ...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I ...
Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in me bears up like stone, beneath some ritual I see: the blinding axe swings up, ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I ...
A BATTER'D, wreck'd old man, Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home, Pent by the sea, and dark ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
The naked hunter's fist, bunched round his spear, Was tight and wet inside with sweat of fear; He heard behind ...
O HOLY SPIRIT of the Hazel, hearken now: Though shining suns and silver moons burn on the bough, And though ...
All ye pleasure-seekers, where'er ye be, I pray ye all be advised by me, Go and visit Tayport on the ...
My age, my beast, is there anyone Who can peer into your eyes And with his own blood fuse Two ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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