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 ...
We sat entwined an hour or two together(how long I knew not) underneath pine-treesthat rustled ever in the soft spring ...
Of old, on her terrace at evening - not here - in some long-gone kingdom oh, folded close to her ...
Where star-cold and the dread of spacein icy silence bind the mainI feel but vastness on my face,I sit, a ...
Of old, on her terrace at evening …not here…in some long-gone kingdom O, folded close to her breast!… —our gaze ...
Sweet silence after bells!deep in the enamour'd earsoft incantation dwells.Filling the rapt still spherea liquid crystal swims,precarious yet clear.Those metal ...
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