Soap Suds (Louis MacNeice Poems)
This brand of soap has the same smell as once in the big House he visited when he was eight: ...
This brand of soap has the same smell as once in the big House he visited when he was eight: ...
Most of the time he worked, a sort of sleep with a purpose, so far as I could tell. How ...
I like divorce. I love to compose letters of resignation; now and then I send one in and leave in ...
If an inaudible whistle blown between our lips can send him home to us, then silence is perhaps the sound ...
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev'ry thing did seem to paint The Scene ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Dorinda When Death, shall snatch us from these Kids, And shut up our divided Lids, Tell me Thyrsis, prethee do, ...
I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a ...
I know I might have lived in such a way As to have suffered only pain: Loving not man nor ...
We wanted to confess our sins but there were no takers. White clouds refused to accept them, and the wind ...
It is true, our tribe is similar to the bees, It gathers honey of wisdom, carries it, stores it in ...
In my Spanish cloak, And old slouch hat, And overshoes of felt, And Tyke, my faithful dog, And my knotted ...
I went up and down the streets Here and there by day and night, Through all hours of the night ...
A step-mother drove me from home, embittering me. A squaw-man, a flaneur and dilettante took my virtue. For years I ...
Together in this grave lie Benjamin Painter, attorney at law, And Nig, his dog, constant companion, solace and friend. Down ...
I It was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth's face, In the ...
In Hayfield I imagine not just the nuts and bolts of split cockpits but a Spitfire's sunk fuselage has smoked ...
Translated by Shorsha Sullivan (book includes DVD with audio performance directed by Piers Burton-Page, slide show of sculptures by Fritz ...
Central Park: Water Fight, Flight, and Tears June 1 2001, N.Y. C., U.S.A. (1) From the five boroughs of N.Y.C., ...
If we must die, let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us ...
So they bought you And kept you in a Very good home Cental heating TV A deep freeze A very ...
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees ...
The stone says "Coors" The gay carpet says "Camels" Spears of dried grass The little sticks the children gathered The ...
Shake out my pockets! Harken to the call Of that calm voice that makes no sound at all! Take of ...
The alder shudders in the April winds off the moon. No one is awake and yet sunlight streams across the ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
Chant we the story now Tho' in a ...
(To a Man who maintained that the Mausoleum is the Stateliest Possible Manner of Interment) I would be one with ...
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