#EnglishWriters
The clock says “When will it be m… The sun says “Noon hurt me.” The river cries with its mouthful… And the sea moves every way withou… Out of my ear grew a reed
At his begetting a Welsh adder Declaiming in Ayrshire against Di… With the jewel of Ireland under i… Entered his mother and for nine mo… The ghost confronted her in doorwa…
I saw my world again through your… As I would see it again through y… Through your eyes it was foreign. Plain hedge hawthorns were peculia… A mystery of peculiar lore and doi…
Who owns those scrawny little feet… Who owns this bristly scorched—loo… Who owns these still—working lungs… Who owns this utility coat of musc… Who owns these unspeakable guts?…
When Crow was white he decided th… He decided it glared much too whit… He decided to attack it and defeat… He got his strength up flush and i… He clawed and fluffed his rage up.
Between Westminster and sunstruck… The desert has entered the flea’s… Like shut—eyed half—submerged Nil… The buildings tremble with breath. The mirage of river is so real
Farmers in the fields, housewives… Watch the burning aircraft across… As if a firefly and a spider fough… Far above the trees, between the w… They wait with interest for the ev…
In the beginning was Scream Who begat Blood Who begat Eye Who begat Fear Who begat Wing
Once upon a time there was a perso… He was walking along He met the full burning moon Rolling slowly twoards him Crushing the stones and houses by…
On the sheep-cropped summit, under… The mouse crouched, staring out th… It dared not take. Time and a world Too old to alter, the five mile pr…
This house has been far out at sea… The woods crashing through darknes… Winds stampeding the fields under… Floundering black astride and blin… Till day rose; then under an orang…
“No, the serpent did not Seduce Eve to the apple. All that’s simply Corruption of the facts. Adam ate the apple.
He loved her and she loved him His kisses sucked out her whole pa… He had no other appetite She bit him she gnawed him she suc… She wanted him complete inside her
The mahogany table-top you smashed Had been the broad plank top Of my mother’s heirloom sideboard— Mapped with the scars of my whole… That came under the hammer.
O lady, when the tipped cup of the… You became soft fire with a cloud’… The difficult stars swam for eyes… You stood, and your shadow was my… You turned, your shadow turned to…