Evening in Stepney — For M (Lilian Bowes Lyon Poems)
1The greenness after sterile stone,Not one stone left upon another;The augury unforeseen of a listening April.Behind the boarded window,Socket of ...
1The greenness after sterile stone,Not one stone left upon another;The augury unforeseen of a listening April.Behind the boarded window,Socket of ...
Her darkness fell, before her day was done;But now, profounder light's illiterate cloud,She needs no eyes, she learns to follow ...
A thousand years the flesh of the wool growingBetween my fingers, cast on or cast offby shifting needles, by the ...
This fields has buried men is browedWith easy gold; day's Midas touchTurns all to richness, only these were ploughedBy poverty ...
Outside your window, venerable with lightThe transient dusk, whose tale is never ended,Paused in a foreigner pausing, used to nightYet ...
A man and woman walkingUp the rye hillHad no breath for talking.The evening was still;Only the wind in the rough ...
Men in their prime,Boys venerably young.With all-unfaded brows, died here upon a time;So heavy a wrong -How may this black ...
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