Sunday On Hampstead Heath (George Woodcock Poems)
Underfoot on the hill the water spurtsThickly out of the brilliant matted grassesWhere the slopes fold in groins and thighs ...
George Woodcock Poems (8 Poems)
Imagine The South (George Woodcock Poems)
Imagine the South from which these migrants fled,Dark-eyed, pursued by arrows, crowned with blood,Imagine the stiff stone houses and the ...
The Island (George Woodcock Poems)
The oars fell from our hands. We climbed the darkSlopes of kelp to the stairway up the rock.Scott went first, ...
Tree Felling (George Woodcock Poems)
The bright axe breaks the silence in the wood,The ivory chips spray over crushed nettles,And the red slender pine sways ...
Poem From London, 1941. (George Woodcock Poems)
The fading whistles outline our broken cityAgainst the dead chart and distant zodiac,Against the decaying roads, empty and perilous,That join ...
Merthymawr (George Woodcock Poems)
Sunday evening. The thick-lipped men binocularedSteal through the geometric groves of pines,Observing the steady and fatal hands of poachersAnd the ...
Sonnet (George Woodcock Poems)
Looking into the windows that doom has brokenWhere the vague star illumines death and dustAnd the shadows of actions whose ...
White (George Woodcock Poems)
White is the evening nature of my thoughtWhen neutral time that drains the night of greenFlows through the dusk in ...