The King Of Sardis (E J Rupert Atkinson Poems)
KNOW this : that through all time past Love hasbeenSo sweet that none could perish and not liveForthwith again.Ere Persia ...
KNOW this : that through all time past Love hasbeenSo sweet that none could perish and not liveForthwith again.Ere Persia ...
With sagest craft Arachne workedHer web, and at a corner lurked,Awaiting what should plump her soon,To case it in the ...
Perched on a dead volcanic pile,Now charted as a submerged peak,Near to a moon-washed coral isle,A hundred leagues from Mozambique,Three ...
SO many fruits come from rosesFrom the rose of all rosesFrom the unfolded roseRose of all the world.Admit that apples ...
Shrewd winds and shrill--were these the speech of May?A ragged, slag-grey sky--invested so,Mary's spoilt nursling! wert thou wont to go?Or ...
I draw a-near you in your sleeping city,Who, in mine ancient freedom,Knew neither loss nor scant;Who hunted even as he ...
Here they went with smock and crook,Toiled in the sun, lolled in the shade,Here they mudded out the brookAnd here ...
"Under the pent-house branches the eight swans have come,Into the black-green water round the roots of the yew;Like a beam ...
Midstream they met. Challenger and champion,They fought a war for honourFierce, sharp, but with no honour:Each had a simple aim ...
The mountain he flew over did not want him,Loose with age, the shaggy cliffs looked downWhile webbed in fire the ...
Changeful with glow and chequered shade, a sight Now gloom'd with grief, and now with joy elate, How strange, how ...
Take of English earth as much As either hand may rightly clutch. In the taking of it breathe Prayer for ...
When the swans turned my sister into a swan I would go to the lake, at night, from milking: The ...
My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers of my palms tell me so. Never argue with ...
A pianist dreams that he's hired by a wrecking company to ruin a piano with his fingers . . . ...
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
It was my thirtieth year to heaven Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood And the mussel pooled ...
Tiny green birds skate over the surface of the room. A naked girl prepares a basin with steaming water, And ...
All night long the hockey pictures gaze down at you sleeping in your tracksuit. Belligerent goalies are your ideal. Threats ...
(To Eudora, after I had had certain dire adventures.) When Dragon-fly would fix his wings, When Snail would patch his ...
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