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Humble home. But rum, and charcoal...
Humble home. But rum, and charcoal...
Humble home. But rum, and charcoal
Grog of sketches on the wall,
And the cell becomes a mansion,
And the garr…
Hops
Hops
Beneath the willow wound round with ivy
we take cover from the worst
of the storm, with a greatcoat round
our shoulders and my hands aro…
Here will be echoes in the mountains...
Here will be echoes in the mountains...
Here will be echoes in the mountains,
The distant landslides' rumbling boom,
The rocks, the dwellings in the vill…
Hamlet
Hamlet
The murmurs ebb; onto the stage I enter.
I am trying, standing in the door,
To discover in the distant echoes
What the coming years ma…
First Snow
First Snow
Outside the snowstorm spins, and hides
The world beneath a pall.
Snowed under are the paper-girl,
The papers and the stall.
…
From early dawn the thirtieth of April...
From early dawn the thirtieth of April...
From early dawn the thirtieth of April
Is given up to children of the town,
And caught in trying on the festive…
Fairy Tale
Fairy Tale
Once, in times forgotten,
In a fairy place,
Through the steppe, a rider
Made his way apace.
While he sped to battle, <…
Feasts
Feasts
I drink the gall of skies in autumn, tuberoses'
Sweet bitterness in your betrayals burning stream;
I drink the gall of nights, of crowded pa…
Do not fret, do not cry, do not tax...
Do not fret, do not cry, do not tax...
Do not fret, do not cry, do not tax
Your last strength, and your heart do not torture.
You're alive, you're inside…
Definition of Creative Art
Definition of Creative Art
With shirt wide open at the collar,
Maned as Beethoven's bust, it stands;
Our conscience, dreams, the night and love,
Ar…
Change
Change
I used to glorify the poor,
Not simply lofty views expressing:
Their lives alone, I felt, were true,
Devoid of pomp and window-dressin…
Craft
Craft
When, having finished, I shall move my armchair,
The page will gasp, awakened from the strain.
Delirious, she is half asleep at present,
Beloved, with the spent and sickly fumes...
Beloved, with the spent and sickly fumes...
Beloved, with the spent and sickly fumes
Of rumour's cinders all the air is filled,
But you are the engrossin…
Autumn Frost
Autumn Frost
The morning sun shows like a pillar
Of fire through smoke on frosty days.
As on a faulty snap, it cannot
Make out my features in the h…
After the Interval
After the Interval
About three months ago, when first
Upon our open, unprotected
And freezing garden snowstorms burst
In sudden fury, I reflected <…
August
August
This was its promise, held to faithfully:
The early morning sun came in this way
Until the angle of its saffron beam
Between the curta…
A Sultrier Dawn
A Sultrier Dawn
All morning high up on the eaves
Above your window
A dove kept cooing.
Like shirtsleeves The boughs seemed frayed.
It drizzle…
A Walts With a Tear in It
A Walts With a Tear in It
Ah, how I love it in these first few days,
Fresh from the forest and out of the snow,
Awkwardness obvious still in every bough,…
‘Like a brazier’s bronze cinders,’
‘Like a brazier’s bronze cinders,’
Like a brazier’s bronze cinders,
the sleepy garden’s beetles flowing.
Level with me, and my candle,
a flowering …
Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.
Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.
Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.
Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing,
And the Sphin…
Walking Across The Atlantic
Walking Across The Atlantic
I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach
before stepping onto the first wave.
Soon I am walking across the…
‘February. Take ink and weep,’
‘February. Take ink and weep,’
February. Take ink and weep,
write February as you’re sobbing,
while black Spring burns deep
through the slush and t…
Today
Today
If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
The Only Day In Existence
The Only Day In Existence
The early sun is so pale and shadowy,
I could be looking up at a ghost
in the shape of a window,
a tall, rectangular spir…