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The biggest crane on earth, it lif… Two hundred ton more easily Than I can lift my heavy head: And when it swings, the whole worl… Or so, at least, it seems to me,
As a blue-necked mallard alighting… Among marsh-marigolds and splashin… Green leaves and yellow blooms, li… In bright, black mud, with clear d… Bringing keen savours of the sea a…
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…
The Lonely Road 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…
Still bathed in its moonlight slum… Stands silent against the red dawn… And nothing I know of who sleeps… Behind the blue curtains undrawn: But I dream as we march down the…
Neck-deep in mud, He mowed and raved— He who had braved The field of bl… And as a lad Just out of school
They ask me where I’ve been, And what I’ve done and seen. But what can I reply Who know it wasn’t I, But someone just like me,
We ate our breakfast lying on our… Because the shells were screeching… I bet a rasher to a loaf of bread That Hull United would beat Hali… When Jimmy Stainthorpe played ful…
Your face was lifted to the golden… Ablaze beyond the black roofs of t… As flame on flame leapt, flourishi… Its tumult of red stars exultantly To the cold constellations dim and…
Indifferent, flippant, earnest, bu… The doctors sit in the glare of el… Watching the endless stream of nak… Bodies of men for whom their hasty… Means life or death maybe, or the…
YOUTH that goes woolgathering, Mooning and stargazing, Always finding everything Full of fresh amazing, Best will meet the moment’s need
Who is that woman, Philip, standi… Before the mirror doing up her hai… You’re dreaming, Phœbe, or the mo… Mixing and mingling with the dying… Makes shapes out of the darkness,…
THOUGH three men dwell on Flann… To keep the lamp alight, As we steered under the lee, we ca… No glimmer through the night.” A passing ship at dawn had brought
Stephen, wake up! There’s some on… Quick, to the window... Oh, you’l… I hear the front door opening quie… Did you forget, last night, to tur… A foot is on the stairs—nay, just…
Somewhere, somewhen I’ve seen, But where or when I’ll never know… Parrots of shrilly green With crests of shriller scarlet fl… Out of black cedars as the sun was…