#EnglishWriters
Stretched on the foam-white deck,… The crew were basking on the Summ… We passed the anchored light-ship… Running all out before a following… When, sighting us, those men who h…
Stuck in a bottle on the window-si… In the cold gaslight burning gaily… Against the luminous blue of Lond… These flowers are mine: while some… In some black-throated alley’s ste…
A minx in khaki struts the limelit… With false moustache, set smirk an… And straddling legs and swinging h… To swagger it like a soldier, whil… Of rampant ragtime jangle, clash,…
A HANDFUL of cherries She gave me in passing, The wizened old woman, And wished me good luck– And again I was dreaming,
Near the great pyramid, unshadowed… With apex piercing the white noon-… Swathed in white robes beneath the… Lie sleeping Bedouins drenched in… About them, searing to the tinglin…
When we were building Skua Light— The first men who had lived a nigh… Upon that deep-sea Isle— As soon as chisel touched the ston… The friendly seals would come asho…
Suddenly, out of dark and leafy wa… We came upon the little house asle… In cold blind stillness, shadowles… In the white magic of the full moo… Strangers without the gate, we sto…
AS I was marching in Flanders A ghost kept step with me— Kept step with me and chuckled And muttered ceaselessly: “Once I too marched in Flanders,
Into the twilight of Trafalgar Sq… They pour from every quarter, bang… And tootling penny trumpets: to a… Of tin mouth-organs, while a sailo… A solitary banjo, lads and girls,
So long had I travelled the lonel… Though, now and again, a wayfairin… Walked shoulder to shoulder, and l… I often would think to myself as… No comrade will journey with you t…
AMONG bleak hills of mounded sla… 'Neath sullen evening skies that s… O’er burdened by the belching smok… Upon their aching foreheads, dense… Till both felt youth within them f…
We who are left, how shall we look… Happily on the sun or feel the rai… Without remembering how they who w… Ungrudgingly and spent Their lives for us loved, too, the…
I WONDER if the old cow died or… Gey bad she was the night I left,… Dick reckoned she would mend. He… At least he fancies so himself, do… Dick knows a lot. But maybe I did…
A scent of Esparto grass—and agai… That hour we spent by the weir of… Watching together the curving thun… Of frothing amber, bemused by the… My mind was as blank as the speckl…
ALL day the mallet thudded far be… My garret, in an old ramshackle sh… Where ceaselessly, with stiffly no… And rigid motions ever to and fro A figure like a puppet in a show