Baby’s Dream (Gerard Addington D Arcy Irvine Poems)
"The anarchy of dreaming sleep."The baby left the big front door,And toddled past the garden bower ;And where two trees ...
"The anarchy of dreaming sleep."The baby left the big front door,And toddled past the garden bower ;And where two trees ...
WHEN the white iris folds the drowsing bee,When the first cricket wakesThe fairy hosts of his enchanted brakes,When the dark ...
Out of the nothingness of sleep,The slow dreams of Eternity,There was a thunder on the deep:I came, because you called ...
The same as stacked lunchboxesthis Japan, narrow and confined.From this corner to that corner, meanly and stingilyall of us are ...
So the last poem is laid flat in its place,And Crickley with Crucifix Comer leaves from my faceElizabethans and night-working ...
Stand still, and I will read to theeA lecture, love, in love's philosophy. These three hours that we have spent, Walking here, ...
When Ham and Shem and JaphetThey walked the capstan roundUpon the strangest vessel,Was ever outward bound,The music of their voicesFrom ...
SUDDENLY to become John Benbow, walking down William StreetWith a tin trunk and a five-pound note, looking for a place ...
I loiter by this surging sea,Here, by this surging, sooming sea,Here, by this wailing, wild-faced sea,Dreaming through the dreamy night;Yearning ...
Thus sung I in these grounds erewhile, perchance Tempted by sudden aptitude of words Into that measure which least pleaseth me, Sacred to ...
Walking is likeimagination, asingle stepdissolves the circleinto motion; the eye hereand there restson a leaf,gap, or ledge,everything flowingexcept wheresight touches ...
Much like me, you make your way forward,Walking with downturned eyes.Well, I too kept mine lowered.Passer-by, stop here, please.Read, when ...
FEBRILE perfumes as of faded rosesIn the old house speak of love to-day,Love long past; and where the soft day ...
Suddenly a whistleShrieks outBehind a passer-byWhose body fills instantly with sawdustLike a tree when it feelsAt the edge of the ...
IN my little Green House, quite content am I,When the hot sun pours down from the sky;For oh, I love ...
In calm and cool and silence, once againI find my old accustomed place amongMy brethren, where, perchance, no human tongueShall ...
"Is it safe to lie so lonely when the summer twilight closesNo companion maidens, only you asleep among the roses?"Thirteen, ...
Wherever he looks, standing still in the city,are people born of coupling, walking in gray suitsand ties, in long dresses ...
To seven kopek the heir, Nor house nor land have I--Live I--hey! I live then! Die I--hey! I die!In many realms the ...
How still Earth lies!-behind the pinesThe summer clouds sink slowly downThe sunset gilds the higher hillsAnd distant steeples of the ...
Death is the bullies bashingagainst the black walls and roof tiling,death is the women being lovedin the course of onion ...
There's a three-penny lunch on Dover StreetWith a cardboard sign in the window: EAT.Three steps down to the basement room,Two ...
Tangled in thought am I,Stumble in speech do I?Do I blunder and blush for the reason why?Wander aloof do I,Lean ...
The wind that breathes of columbinesAnd celandines that crowd the rocks;That shakes the balsam of the pinesWith laughter from his ...
The old lady walking, wears gloves. It is a shady93 and the dogs' tongues drip. The old gentleman underthe dazed ...
In the town where I was born lived a woman and her daughter, whowalked in their sleep.One night, while silence ...
Sloth, and the sensual mind hath driven away All virtues from the world: where'er I range I note on every side a ...
The blackthorn was his father's,a piece of Irelandthat the old man could still get his hands aroundeven as his hands ...
They shall come in the black weathersFrom the heart of the dead embers,Walking one and two over the hill.And they ...
Naturally it is night.Under the overturned lute with itsOne string I am going my wayWhich has a strange sound.This way ...
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