by Spike Milligan Somewhere at some time They committed themselves to me And so, I was! Small, but I WAS! Tiny, in shape Lusting to live I hung in my pulsing cave. Soon they knew of me My mother – my father. I had no say in my being I lived on trust And loveContinue reading “Unto us . . .”
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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”
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!
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”
I Do Not Speak
by Stevie Smith I do not ask for mercy, for understanding and peace And in these heavy days I do not ask for release I do not ask that suffering shall cease. I do not pray to God to let me die To give an ear attentive to my cry To pause in his marchingContinue reading “I Do Not Speak”
Greater Love
by Wilfred Owen Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Kindness of wooed and wooer Seems shame to their love pure. O love, your eyes lose lure When I behold eyes blinded in my stead! Your slender attitude Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed, Rolling and rollingContinue reading “Greater Love”
A Thousand Martyrs Have I Made
by Aphrah Behn A thousand Martyrs have I made, All sacrific’d to my desire; A thousand Beauties have betray’d, That language in resistless Fire. The untarri’d Heart to hand I brought, And fixt the wild and wandring Thought. I never vow’d nor sigh’d in vain But both, thô false, were well receiv’d. The Fair areContinue reading “A Thousand Martyrs Have I Made”
The Field Mouse
by Gillian Clarke Summer, and the long grass is a snare drum. The air hums with jets. Down at the end of the meadow, far from the radio’s terrible news, we cut the hay. All afternoon its wave breaks before the tractor blade. Over the hedge our neighbour travels his field, in a cloud ofContinue reading “The Field Mouse”
The Tyger
by William Blake Tyger! Tyger! burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare sieze the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, CouldContinue reading “The Tyger”
Robin's Nest 