Humility (McDonald Clarke Poems)
Do you call me poor, you slugger,Won't posterity let me hug her,And won't she hug me back again?Isn't my penThe ...
Do you call me poor, you slugger,Won't posterity let me hug her,And won't she hug me back again?Isn't my penThe ...
The night-wind's shriek is pitiless and hollow, The boding bat flits by on sullen wing, And I sit ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
In every presence there is absence. When we're together, the spaces between Threaten to enclose our bodies And isolate our ...
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