Death In The Lounge Bar (Vernon Scannell Poems)
The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive ...
The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive ...
That one small boy with a face like pallid cheese And burnt-out little eyes could make a blaze As brazen, ...
The appetite which leads him to her bed Is not unlike the lust of boys for cake Except he knows ...
THE SENTENCE Perhaps I can make it plain by analogy. Imagine a machine, not yet assembled, Each part being quite ...
It is a curious experience And one you"re bound to know, though probably In other realms than that of literature, ...
My son aged three fell in the nettle bed. 'Bed' seemed a curious name for those green spears, That regiment ...
The unrelated paragraphs of morning Are forgotten now; the severed heads of kings Rot by the misty Thames; the roses ...
Silver Wedding The party is over and I sit among The flotsam that its passing leaves, The dirty glasses and ...
Sleepless I lay last night and watched the slow Procession of the men who wear my clothes: First, the grey ...
The naked hunter's fist, bunched round his spear, Was tight and wet inside with sweat of fear; He heard behind ...
They did not expect this. Being neither wise nor brave And wearing only the beauty of youth's season They took ...
Waiting for her in the usual bar He finds she's late again. Impatience frets at him, But not the fearful, ...
He killed his wife at night. He had tried once or twice in the daylight But she refused to die. ...
They should not have left him there alone, Alone that is except for the cat. He was only nine, not ...
Unlovely city, to which few tourists come With squinting cameras and alien hats; Left under a cloud by those who ...
And now another autumn morning finds me With chalk dust on my sleeve and in my breath, Preoccupied with vague, ...
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