Miss kate-Marie (Elizabeth Madox Roberts Poems)
And it was Sunday everywhere, And Father pinned ...
And it was Sunday everywhere, And Father pinned ...
Look, God, We've got a nigger here To burn; A goddam nigger, And we're goin' to plunge His cringin' soul ...
Written from the Plymouth where portentous mistPasses its hands across the tattered theatres'Faces, hit houses hate to hate but must;Recumbent ...
In a corner of the bedroom is a great big curtain,Someone lives behind it, but I don't know who;I think ...
The seals all flapTheir shining flipsAnd bounce balls onTheir nosey tips,And beat a drum,And catch a bar,And wriggle withHow pleased ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
1911 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often ...
stylised tulips - this is what the card says and they have that nineteen-twenties' feel of those bright young things ...
A week ago I had a fire To warm my feet, my hands and face; Cold winds, that never make ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond, have you forgotten the little chile, like the ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
We'd gained our first objective hours before While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes, Pallid, unshaved and thirsty, ...
Attend my words, my gentle knave, And you shall learn from me How boys at dinner may behave With due ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
for every wind?'s emotionless blast brings shreds of feathers with their dance of loss rotating leaves of faded rainbow-trees and ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
In a corner of the bedroom is a great big curtain, Someone lives behind it, but I don't know who; ...
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