The Yellow Gas (Christopher Brennan Poems)
The yellow gas is fired from street to streetpast rows of heartless homes and hearths unlit,dead churches, and the unending ...
The yellow gas is fired from street to streetpast rows of heartless homes and hearths unlit,dead churches, and the unending ...
YOU ask me why I love her;Not a charm can you discover!Would you seeThe heart that a shut rose is,And ...
In the grey and dusty morn, Dreaming Jane arose, And from silent room to room With her duster goes. Slipping ...
There are little eyes upon you, and they're watching night and day;There are little ears that quickly take in every ...
It is no winter night comes downUpon our hearts, dear friends of old;But a May evening, softly brown,Whose wind is ...
From morning till evening he saw the tattooon his silky chest: a russet woman,lying concealed in the field of hair. ...
This is the end of him, here he lies: The dust in his throat, the worm in his eyes,The mould ...
HERE in the figured dark I watch once more; There with the curtain rolls a year away, A year of ...
I shall be satisfiedWith the seeing of thy face.When I awake, wide-eyed,I shall be satisfiedWith what this life did hide,The ...
Leisure, thou goddess of a bygone age, When hours were long and days sufficed to hold Wide-eyed delights and pleasures ...
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before ...
Like a professor explaining theoretical physics to a wide-eyed preschooler, so must it have been the divine and the human ...
In a stable of boats I lie still, From all sleeping children hidden. The leap of a fish from its ...
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
You lift the lid in awe, a seat and lid upon an inside stall where you can go, quite unlike ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
The second half of my life will be black to the white rind of the old and fading moon. The ...
Send but a song oversea for us, Heart of their hearts who are free, Heart of their singer, to be ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
They should not have left him there alone, Alone that is except for the cat. He was only nine, not ...
All things I can endure, save one. The bare, blank room where is no sun; The parcelled hours; the pallet ...
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