by Ivor Gurney Suddenly into the still air burst thudding And thudding, and cold fear possessed me all, On the gray slopes, where Winter in sullen brooding Hung between height and depth of the ugly fall Of Heaven to earth, and the thudding was illness’ own. But still a hope I kept that were weContinue reading “On Somme”
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Fire and Ice
by Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fire; Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate, To say that for destruction ice is also great And would suffice.
A Calvinist in Love
by Jack Clemo I will not kiss you, country fashion, By hedgesides where Weasel and hare Claim kinship with our passion. I care no more for fickle moonlight: Would rather see Your face touch me Under a claywork dune-light. I want no scent or softness round us When we embrace; We could not trace ThereinContinue reading “A Calvinist in Love”
Nowhere to Nowhere
by BJ Omanson When they sold off the farm she took the child and took a bus out of town — as for him, with everyone gone, with everything grim; he opened a pint of bourbon, piled pictures, letters and clothes in the yard, doused them with kerosene, struck a match and watched as theyContinue reading “Nowhere to Nowhere”
Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies. You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just likeContinue reading “Still I Rise”
A Death Song
by William Morris What cometh here from east to west awending? And who are these, the marchers stern and slow? We bear the message that the rich are sending Aback to those who bade them wake or know. Not one, not one, nor thousands must they slay, But one and all if they must duskContinue reading “A Death Song”
Advice to the Grub Street Verse-writers
by Jonathan Swift Ye poets ragged and forlorn, Down from your garret haste; Ye rhymers, dead as soon as born, Not yet consign’d to paste; I know a trick to make you thrive; O, ’tis a quaint device; Your still-born poems shall revive, And scorn to wrap up spice. Get all your verses printed fair,Continue reading “Advice to the Grub Street Verse-writers”
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
by Emily Dickinson I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you — Nobody — too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! They’d advertise — you know! How dreary — to be — Somebody! How public — like a Frog — To tell one’s name — the livelong June — To an admiring Bog!
My Boy Jack
by Rudyard Kipling “Have you news of my boy Jack?” Not this tide. “When do you think that he’ll come back?” Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. “Has any one else had word of him?” Not this tide. For what is sunk will hardly swim, Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.Continue reading “My Boy Jack”
Alone
by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were — I have not seen As others saw — I could not bring My passions from a common spring — From the same source I have not taken My sorrow — I could not awaken My heart to joy at theContinue reading “Alone”
Robin's Nest 