Towards The Imminent Days (Section 4) (Les Murray Poems)
In my aunt's house, the milk jug's beaded crochet cover tickles the ear. We've eaten boiled things with butter. Pie ...
In my aunt's house, the milk jug's beaded crochet cover tickles the ear. We've eaten boiled things with butter. Pie ...
Margaret Simpson was the daughter of humble parents in the county of Ayr, With a comely figure, and face of ...
'Twas in the month of March and in the year of 1899, Which will be remembered for a very long ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea I met a sacred elephant, snow-white. Upon his back a huge ...
Among rocks, I am the loose one, among aarows, I am the heart, among daughters, I am the recluse, among ...
Speaking of marvels, I am alive together with you, when I might have been alive with anyone under the sun, ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
Here lies the body of Lois Spears, Born Lois Fluke, daughter of Willard Fluke, Wife of Cyrus Spears, Mother of ...
When I went to the city, Mary McNeely, I meant to return for you, yes I did. But Laura, my ...
I was the Sunday school superintendent, The dummy president of the wagon works And the canning factory, Acting for Thomas ...
Doc Meyers said I had satyriasis, And Doc Hill called it leucaemia -- But I know what brought me here: ...
We may roam through this world, like a child at a feast, Who but sips of a sweet, and then ...
Into the world you sent her, mother, Fashioned her body of coral and foam, Combed a wave in her hair's ...
1992 1) I was born in a Free City, near the North Sea. 2) In the year of my birth, ...
For Linda Foster I Because we used to have leaves and on damp days our muscles feel a tug, painful ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
I went to the dances at Chandlerville, And played snap-out at Winchester. One time we changed partners, Driving home in ...
I won the prize essay at school Here in the village, And published a novel before I was twenty-five. I ...
I inherited forty acres from my Father And, by working my wife, my two sons and two daughters From dawn ...
I was the daughter of Lambert Hutchins, Born in a cottage near the grist-mill, Reared in the mansion there on ...
Better than granite, Spoon River, Is the memory-picture you keep of me Standing before the pioneer men and women There ...
You would not believe, would you That I came from good Welsh stock? That I was purer blooded than the ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
Part of an entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of Darby at Harefield, by som Noble persons of her Family, ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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