And the Seventh Dream is the Dream of Isis (David Gascoyne Poems)
1white curtains of infinite fatiguedominating the starborn heritage of the colonies of St Franciswhite curtains of tortured destiniesinheriting the calamities ...
David Gascoyne Poems (13 Poems)
The Truth is Blind (David Gascoyne Poems)
The light fell from the window and the day was doneAnother day of thinking and distractionsLove wrapped in its wings ...
The Cubical Domes (David Gascoyne Poems)
Indeed indeed it is growing very sultryThe indian feather pots are scrambling out of the roomThe slow voice of the ...
Salvador Dali (David Gascoyne Poems)
The face of the precipice is black with lovers;The sun above them is a bag of nails; the spring'sFirst rivers ...
The Writer’s Hand (David Gascoyne Poems)
What is your want, perpetual invalidWhose fist is always beating on my breast'sBone wall, incurable dictator of my houseAnd breaker ...
Orpheus In The Underworld (David Gascoyne Poems)
Curtains of rockAnd tears of stone,Wet leaves in a high crevice of the sky:From side to side the draperiesDrawn back ...
The Very Image – To Rene Magritte (David Gascoyne Poems)
An image of my grandmotherher head appearing upside-down upon a cloudthe cloud transfixed on the steepleof a deserted railway-stationfar awayAn ...
Yves Tanguy (David Gascoyne Poems)
The worlds are breaking in my headBlown by the brainless windThat comes from afarSwollen with dusk and dustAnd hysterical rainThe ...
Spring MCMXL (David Gascoyne Poems)
London Bridge is falling down, Rome's burnt and BabylonThe Great is now but dust; yet still Spring mustSwing back through ...
Perpetual Winter Never Known (David Gascoyne Poems)
When the light falls on winter eveningsAnd the river makes no sound in its passingBehind the house, is silent but ...
Snow in Europe (David Gascoyne Poems)
Out of their slumber Europeans spunDense dreams: appeasements, miracle, glimpsed flashOf a new golden era; but could not restrainThe vertical ...
The Cage (David Gascoyne Poems)
In the waking nightThe forests have stopped growingThe shells are listeningThe shadows in the pools turn greyThe pearls dissolve in ...
The End is Near the Beginning (David Gascoyne Poems)
Yes you have said enough for the time beingThere will be plenty of lace later onPlenty of electric woolAnd you ...