Soil (Roger McGough Poems)
we've ignored eachother for a long timeand I'm strictly an indoor mananytime to call would be the wrong timeI'll avoid ...
we've ignored eachother for a long timeand I'm strictly an indoor mananytime to call would be the wrong timeI'll avoid ...
I stopped to call a taxi in the heart of Babylon.At the pavement's edge I stood - the traffic writhing ...
He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht.More Sparine for Pelides,human (half) & down here as he is,with ...
'The Awakening'ByCharles L. EastThere comes.at times.an insidious awakeningthat stirs my soul to memories,so faint,intangible,of past strife and death.and life.of glories ...
MARIATTA--WAINAMOINEN'S DEPARTURE.Mariatta, child of beauty,Grew to maidenhood in Northland,In the cabin of her father,In the chambers of her mother,Golden ringlets, ...
1.I TO myself have neither power nor worth,Patience nor love, nor anything right good;My soul is a poor land, plenteous ...
A BALLAD OF SORROW "Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! arise and let me in; Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! will you awake?" ...
This is the tale that the ChronicleTells of the wonderful miracleWrought by the pious Padre Serro,The very reverend Junipero.The heathen ...
Legend I saw three ships go sailing by, Over the sea, the lifting sea, And the wind rose in the ...
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you ...
Oh the sunshine that filled my day, All my worries would fade away. Bringing me joy, laughter, and peace, Ironing ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
All night the ways of Heaven were desolate, Long roads across a gleaming empty sky. Outcast and doomed and driven, ...
He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht. More Sparine for Pelides, human (half) & down here as ...
sway with me, everything sad -- madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to ...
A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden; around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, ...
From plane of light to plane, wings dipping through Geometries and orchids that the sunset builds, Out of the peak's ...
When he, who is the unforgiven, Beheld her first, he found her fair: No promise ever dreamt in heaven Could ...
Young palmer sun, that to these shining sands Pourest thy pilgrim's tale, discoursing still Thy silver passages of sacred lands, ...
If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you ...
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