Bee-Master (Victoria Sackville-West Poems)
I have known honey from the Syrian hillsStored in cool jars; the wild acacia thereOn the rough terrace where the ...
I have known honey from the Syrian hillsStored in cool jars; the wild acacia thereOn the rough terrace where the ...
Lying on Downs above the wrinkling bayI with the kestrels shared the cleanly day,The candid day; wind-shaven, brindled turf;Tall cliffs; ...
I saw within the wheelwright's shedThe big round cartwheels, blue and red;A plough with blunted share;A blue tin jug; a ...
Yes, they were kind exceedingly; most mildEven in indignation, taking by the handOne that obeyed them mutely, as a childSubmissive ...
Cisterns and stones; the fig-tree in the wallCasts down her shadow, ashen as her boughs,Across the road, across the thick ...
And so it ends,We who were lovers may be friends.I have some weeks in which to steelMy heart and teach ...
The greater cats with golden eyesStare out between the bars.Deserts are there, and the different skies,And night with different stars.They ...
How do I love you, beech-trees, in the autumn,Your stone-grey columns a cathedral naveProcessional above the earth's brown glory!I was ...
Leopards on the gable-ends,Leopards on the painted stair,Stiff the blazoned shield they bear,Or and gules, a bend of vair,Leopards on ...
Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens,When I have no engagements written on my block,When no one comes to ...
What time the meanest brick and stoneTake on a beauty not their own,And past the flaw of builded woodShines the ...
Tools with the comely names,Mattock and scythe and spade,Couth and bitter as flames,Clean, and bowed in the blade,--A man and ...
All her youth is gone, her beautiful youth outworn,Daughter of tarn and tor, the moors that were once her homeNo ...
When little lights in little ports come out,Quivering down through water with the stars,And all the fishing fleet of slender ...
She was wearing the coral taffeta trousersSomeone had brought her from Ispahan,And the little gold coat with pomegranate blossoms,And the ...
If I had only loved your fleshAnd careless damned your soul to Hell,I might have laughed and loved afresh,And loved ...
So well she knew them both! yet as she cameInto the room, and heard their speechOf tragic meshes knotted with ...
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