Code Poem For The French Resistance
Friday, September 3rd, 2010The life that I have is all that I have And the life that I have is yours. The love that I have of the life that I have Is ...
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The life that I have is all that I have And the life that I have is yours. The love that I have of the life that I have Is ...
ONCE more into my arid days
Thursday, July 1st, 2010ONCE more into my arid days like dew, Like wind from an oasis, or the sound Of cold sweet water bubbling underground, A treacherous messenger--the thought of you ...
Johnny
Thursday, May 27th, 2010O the valley in the summer where I and my John Beside the deep reiver would walk on and on While the flowers at our feet and the birds up above Argued so sweetly ...
Time of Roses
Thursday, April 1st, 2010It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses— We pluck’d them as we pass’d! That churlish season never frown’d On early ...
The Garden of Love
Sunday, February 7th, 2010The Garden of Love I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the ...
How to get on in society
Sunday, December 13th, 2009How to get on in society Phone for the fish knives, Norman As cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I must have things daintily served. ...
The Burning of the Leaves
Saturday, October 3rd, 2009Now is the time for the burning of the leaves, They go to the fire; the nostrils prick with smoke Wandering slowly into the weeping mist. Brittle and blotched, ragged and ...
Silver
Thursday, September 3rd, 2009Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch ...
MAGPIES IN PICARDY
Wednesday, August 19th, 2009The magpies in Picardy Are more than I can tell. They flicker down the dusty roads And cast a magic spell On the men ...
Anthem for Doomed Youth
Wednesday, August 5th, 2009What passing-bells for those who die as cattle? --Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries ...
