Childhood (Richard Aldington Poem)
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair, With your green and purple cup Upturned to sun and ...
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, Starting on your autumn flight, Pause a moment at my window, Twitter softly your good-night; For ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
The man with the red hat And the polar bear, is he here too? The window giving on shade, Is ...
I pray to the sunbeam from the window - It is pale, thin, straight. Since morning I have been silent, ...
And the stone word fell On my still-living breast. Never mind, I was ready. I will manage somehow. Today I ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
I know a man who photographed the view he saw from the window of the room where he made love ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
God-Full-of-Mercy, the prayer for the dead. If God was not full of mercy, Mercy would have been in the world, ...
If I forget thee, Jerusalem, Then let my right be forgotten. Let my right be forgotten, and my left remember. ...
Out of three or four in the room One is always standing at the window. Forced to see the injustice ...
I ask not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, this is a fish, blue and flat on ...
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at ...
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