French Possession (Henry Jean-Marie Levet Poems)
To the memory of Laura LopezOne recalls the Goyaves chapelWhere two thousand Antillean Sundays sleepThe harmonious widowhood of the port,And ...
To the memory of Laura LopezOne recalls the Goyaves chapelWhere two thousand Antillean Sundays sleepThe harmonious widowhood of the port,And ...
A moment of happiness,you and I sitting on the verandah,apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.We feel the ...
When I get up to light the fire,And dress with all the speed I mayBy candle-light, I dread the hoursThat ...
Scene I.A Garden on the banks of the Thames, at Fulham, behind the Wynnes' lodgings. Time, evening. Moon and starlight. ...
Fields of lucerne and waving wheat,White-washed sheds, and cottage neat,Nesting orchards and mulberry trees,Scented flowers round hives of bees,With the ...
A night of storm and wind and rain,Tall trees bowing beneath the blastThat shakes and rattles the window-pane,And a thunderous ...
Sometime at a concert hall, in recollection,A Brahms intermezzo will wound me-I'll start,Remember that summer, the flowerbed garden,The walks and ...
In a lingering fever many visions come to you:I was in the little house againWith its great yard of cloverRunning ...
THE grass around my limbs is deep and sweet; Yonder the house has lost its shadow wholly, The blinds are ...
It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, When I came, in search of `copy', to a ...
By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee - The place they called "New Pipeclay", Where the diggers used to ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
This morning when we woke up the meat cages still locked us up* We took a bath so they'd look ...
All the air conditioners now slacken their hummed carrier wave. Once again we've served our three months with remissions in ...
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
Childhood sleeps in a verandah room in an iron bed close to the wall where the winter over the railing ...
I, too, have trailed my father's spirit From the mud-walled cabin behind the mountain Where he was born and bred, ...
In a lingering fever many visions come to you: I was in the little house again With its great yard ...
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