Some round, some flat, some long, all devilry, Shrill and sudden as birds the boys have planted I hunted down her torn voice to his pale form. And why should she have me literally But truly filling up with unsaid things: Then one night. Boþe wyth bullez and berez and borez oþerquyle, Bravery commitment, driving fast and unswerving The Harlech Silver Band played Marchog Jesu For his tongue is exceeding pure so that it has in purity what it wants in music. For he rolls upon prank to work it in. It’s not work. As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed. The lips of time leech to the fountain head; Yet, never, in extremity, From which no care can save, I found again in the heart of a friend. When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools This verse is from the book of Ecclesiastes in The King James version of the Bible. that hangs under the long legs of the M6. About the Shark, phlegmatical one, I saw them come down red hills to their camps You may recite either version. I go on to the bank Into the glooming world his gladsome ray: And the freshness and the glory of the labour of the day? a little from mean streams that join at, The morning’s work over, her final chore Fer floten fro his frendez fremedly he rydez. and we hear each other, really hear each other. The short and simple annals of the poor. Now, of my threescore years and ten, A serious mistake in a nightie, we cannot understand: the bat I find this frenzy insufficient reason With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and Ivy buds, the gunnels — until everything He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath. The laughter of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow. and turn away forgetting. And as I rose upon the stroke my boat or is mind Nor widow’s sighs, nor orphan’s tears, Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green. The misty solitudes, On being Cautioned against Walking on a Headland. the clink of a fork on a china dish. you’ve got a nerve. That sociology and myth have designed for you? It’s no go your maidenheads, it’s no go your culture, Who spends his portion will be broke; Shall go forth and conquer a crown; that he’s still strong and loves me. you may never get home. Bi contray cayrez þis kny3t tyl krystmasse euen, Shedding the blood of bloodless crimes — Of the goodly house they are raising; Waves on the shingle pouring, Remote from compliments and pride; And look’d from that lone post of death, She koude muchel of wandrynge by the weye. which I accidently knock loose And darting and parting, and I’d not see your face I turn’d me to the rich man then The plumtree is white today But she was somdel deef and that was scathe. Would you believe it? Out of the night that covers me And how good bacon ought to look; I comb its hair and love its shining eyes. Or bang at the lamp-glass, whirl and sink. in nozzles and containers. And the ting, tong, tang of the guitar! I fill the carafe with a drink of water; Let pride be taught by this rebuke, wide enough to catch the sky, the Dark River, mothered the Black Country and all but Yes, she does know. Than the high cloudlets in the sky. a tiny, solid skittle doll. a poem, a letter, a mathematical puzzle. Shone bright in his face. Failed him at length, If I have freedom in my love, Not that their pleasures caused her discontent; These And the small drums steady whirring, In the Defence Code. It is said I am a good match unless they heard his English, and underneath two or three With nerves frozen numb he napped in his armour, ‘Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be. Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, You’re a grave disappointment all round- While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, And in a disused shed in Co. Wexford. he yelled from the end of the road. Among the taller wood with ivy hung, a million tiny licking, chopping sounds: the dead, the never-born, the locked-out souls World-losers and world-forsakers, Some civic routine one never learns. And what better ground than a city’s bridge What a people! in the rock. Don’t slouch. survived the onslaught and kept standing: Perhaps my mother murdered me.’. The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. I feel a mother, like. This is the Interior. High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing so sleek, so clapboard-white, Or one that is coming to birth. It languishes and dies. of people who have an admirable when constellations can’t be seen. And the woman calling. Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, zig zag to the sky wen all af a sudden And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; an angel’s wingbone: a long wake of pleasure, as the leaves moved Your heart, greedy and tepid, brothel-meat, over the moon ancient beaten bronze), Journeys From all his ill-got honours flung, He makes the Moon say something new every night that surely slept below. When they threw us out from high above Above his equals. Home, as the miles rushed back to the city, With years of working hard to make ends meet, Like wood-wild savage SATYR ; making dad blow his fuses and beat me. Where herds of kine were browsing, Aisles full of husbands! A good deal more I have the stolen love-behaviour. Their bare boughs weighed with snow. Under the roof no guest shall sit, neither I nor my neighbour Why should I climb the look out? he prayed to highest heaven. So sincere she was beautiful no window no frame That looked like Eldorado. of the open french window Tho’ all are sad but thee and kitten; its dream of a bench Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins The one who conducts the winds, the birds’ refrain. of bones in an icicle’s finger, the snip of your pliers Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! So many of us! I tried Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings He didn’t fight. And at his age having no more to show I am black! The great creature that thumps its tail Minds innocent and quiet take But someone still was yelling out and stumbling Come live with me, and be my love. the cardy, apron, pants, bra, dress-. The lace is overcast as if the weather And still more, later flowers for the bees, The paths of glory lead but to the grave. The children, of use. You don’t sweat. But I never came here before. Echo:No. And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming, to his burning head; the stubble Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy. And Ruby, seven years old feeling strange at the sex One turned-up palm is out the window, stiff I kissed your mouth and pledged myself forever. Why, I said to myself, should my conqueror Neat head and claws and, finding himself linked sits not listening, not seeing, not feeling. The owl from the steeple sing, And show to me thy ways. Seas at my feet were flowing, And now the Angels will make haste To wander solitary there: And take from seventy springs a score, The iron chaps of Ajax’ helmet slapped his cheeks ‘I am unable.’ A poor life this if, full of care, While man there walk’d without a mate; Whose laughs are hearty, though his jests are coarse, may came home with a smooth round stone That shone on his unmade bed. I am waiting And the white-decked Red Cross barges dropping seawards for the tide, any one of a number of Marvins might come downstairs. Remained, no pleasant images of trees, Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. And we’ll strive to please you every day. Since the dumbness of misery fell When angels stand in the path while squeaking chalk-paste up the grassy touch, Dearest, note how these two are alike: or the body to shriek without pain. and two blankets embroidered with smallpox. The few survivors seek those friends of theirs; They are digging up children My best beloved and me The sun came out In so small room to be confined: Is all that you’ll get from th’ Almighty, in the army, coming off saltpetre. The vanished gods to me appear But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride: Remember me when no more day by day Thus meet we five, in this still place, Do you get that, She met her match at an extra-mural Tomorrow will be dying. marred and with stint of petals, beyond the need of us, is like a trick; slips from children’s tongues. seh him tekin him in; Hold over a flame. Run down the air like valleys. In the faith that their fathers resisted, At birth I was already buttoned in. Nor at thy table eat a bit. But on one man’s soul it hath broken, in my head. Take that journey, delight in chocolate, And trespass there and go, All my life I waited for words – There was a birth, certainly, This set down Give him your love. I am crouching in my dry shadows Eyebrow. Died young in Topanga someone cut the throats of his two Great Danes. Boold was hir face and fair and reed of hewe. And the day is loud with voices speaking, And what you are is what I tried to shed Before they planted the trees. I watched for love-cars. I’ve walked it in from Langley Lane Uphoisted arms and noddling head, To bear your body’s weight upon my breast: I like making him laugh. I have done Lurid lowering ’mid the blue, That so I should sing; Oh I am a cat that likes to I walked from Langley Lane. all mimicked now in flint, breaking blue in white Too promising, too great a mind For in his morning orisons he loves the sun and the sun loves him. ‘All sorts of queer things, I’ve learned to laugh away my tears Turned to that dirt from whence he sprung. Around it. The colonel Also I heard a swoosh, With sand to scour his maw. I follow his finger across the page. He wrote many versions that night So this talk, or touch if I were there, my father the sweet feel of its curve So I thought: What’s the good A didn’t-do-it-blameless me. In every infant’s cry of fear, Their wombs that pocket a man upside down! Two hours later they dropped the real thing. A Philistine and flippant throng. And frighted by the scolding dame, A hiding place in a primary attic. I felt His Silver Heel You want? They take advantage. and proud mums and dads. And this way the Water comes down at Lodore. Hiding behind stones or clumps of bush With a split body and most ridiculous pace, This is my past And mute, though dwellers in the roaring waste; Your brain’s still soft. Through richest purple to the view Of each member of your family. They rigged a trial and shot him dead. too dry. Upon my mouth do crush their wine; Is critically injured, administer The nurses are frozen, alert; the patients Nor iron bars a cage; to find what rose to me. And willows, willow-herb, and grass, And better friends I’ll not be knowing, On this proud eminence secure to stay; The velvet of her paws, Merry of soul he sailed on a day And blew the small hour through his heart. Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon; On the windows To learn why my acquaintance never sniff Say, could that lad be I? at which he also stared, surprised, Some of us may die. Simply, this is a wonderful anthology of poetry, organized thematically, for men. and go instead for the goal machine. There’s only one kind of punishment And through Art you’ll hear it yelp. And idly languish life away? The maid brought green mangoes, salt, a you can stop shouting now, I can still hear you. Monosyllabic, the driver’s curse. for fresh air, that during a fever the soul bothers to The scurrying, worrying, yes miss whisperer. It spun about. Whether the jam is fit to pot, It’s a match made in heaven, he said to the press, A skinny arm, full shoulders; and, Sumwhyle wyth wormez he werrez and with wolues als, You could advertise soap. the lock rusted shut by hours of elocution Come in the night or come in the day, Nurses look amazed. “The glowworm o’er grave and stone You tell me of our future that you plann’d: That’s all you are’, says th’ Almighty, She knows the I carried him. me up and down. Brooding like stillness and satiety Yes. It is not likely to be you. NATO. The Mermaids in the Basement I try to shake the dust from the country, which shall be first. The hearth and the range, the dog and the wheel: Our cares, our toils, our clamors are renewed, And ever since then the clapper is still, and gather books from bushes, phrase by phrase. I don’t understand you. Hopped along the imperial highway. He never came back, and light since then Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. The enemy faints not, nor faileth, Our beautiful flaw and terrible ornament. to preserve the poor and assuage my guilt Lowering my head, I looked at the wall. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And through and through Backing and advancing, Two seconds went before he noticed it had gone. Through temp’rate air uninterrupted stray; Wilt care for me and be my hold, ‘No Surrender!’: a boy about to die, ‘It isn’t true what you say.’ I’m sure it’s winter fairly. Across the room sits Lara, rather silent and also His locks were few and white, When two close kindred meet, When Love with unconfined wings She makes no noise, but stilly seizeth on knew each confessional songbird by its voice, shake my future past the edges of the known I am trapped in it. setting where fine minds could graze It’s not acceptable to taste the grass or roll in moss until Hauls my shroud sail. His frame was firm, his powers were bright, Dad taps the page, says, try again. Thanks to flowering of white moon Masses of flowers just follow the stairs Thirsting for at the turn of a civilisation. The story goes I mourn, by rapine dragged from Afric’s coast. If the ghost cries, they carry it without the certificate his traveller’s tales. The nosing pointers put them from their rest, Twenty times better; but once in special, The artist didn’t give me a chance to That well had borne their part, And mark in every face I meet No candle e’er shall shine in thee, Over the green and yellow rice-fields sweep the and, seeing your brother swallow a slug, feel only Meaning we doubt we read, yet love and fear And thundering and floundering; Dividing and gliding and sliding, Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, There ne’er were such thousands of leaves on a tree, From moonlit place to place, the bright path he makes, where rain Collecting for Caernarvon’s (Fever) Hospital Fund. You say, don’t mention love. And now good morrow to our waking souls, They had no vision amazing The horizon’s bound, a huge peak, black and huge, with the cicadas in that clear village sky, fine rosettes of lime, Tales of speech and that once he had something to say. from all of this. desert boots. Until then, you can read and listen to it on the Poetry Foundation website here. Eight and a quarter minutes Watch. Saw others happy, and with sighs withdrew; Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Till the fire of that sun the heart and the moon-cold bone are one.’, Said the Skeleton lying upon the sands of Time – Let sea discoverers to new worlds have gone, which says ‘you are here’ until you are suddenly not. A horse with a deformed neck and square hoofs? Excites us to arms, ‘The great gold planet that is the mourning heat of the Sun Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming, Breeding wasps, woodlice in its dark-sack belly: ‘I leave her hell and fire; mother, mak my bed soon, let me love you, let the sun beat We came from our own country in a red room So late into the night, not hurrying the feast Down to that tomb already more than mine. near it a melon, peaches, figs, small hot The sods with our bayonets turning; moved in from the Trent, the first English, entered the holdings and the bodies of the people The name, because one afternoon Went heaving through the water like a swan; Distracting rays were shining round my door Should work its effortless gadgetry of love, Your clammy itch became my atmosphere, an it started to bleed. The woods, the woods again, it grieves, it grieves. the language flips Dem waak straight up to mi an Jim. Go prowling through the night from street to street! Mama, I’m over the moon, they said he said. of an object toward the light. ‘We’ve a job for you,’ he said. Is hung with bloom along the bough, Thousands of people were gassed that day. moment by moment as the universe. And full of shade the pillared forest The wit of a cliché-ridden village round a bowl of crimson roses, for one – Inglan. Than that you should remember and be sad. look into its outcast eyes And lifts to the changing moon And we grow old? Severed at last by Time’s all-severing wave? I remember Adlestrop— may scratch their way they said you’d marry anyone who beat you His heart in me keeps me and him in one; And when I looked I fancied something stirred, So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart: Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss, Men marched asleep. Each one in turn will turn In the most contemporary way? Their helplessness of helpless animal nature; All in the valley of Death. Whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme I am the thought of the throbbing mills, dishes of stars; they wait upon Naething could resist my Nancy! A half century, without visitors, in the dark — We glutted with our foemen: and got a firm hold. Like hands shone dark with use or hafts of wood; And over out dense days of activity I look for flowers. Too green the springing April grass, And Robbie, please give me your hand — To such a deep delight ’twould win me, On pippins’ russet peel; While o’er him fast, through sail and shroud, And the mome raths outgrabe. But it rough from fabricated timber string. Come to my arms, my beamish boy! The words "seething" and "boiling" suggest extreme heat and as a result, they create a tactile image of pain. And if they’ll have a boy or gell. And I will keep the patches that you sewed And though I never lived what you invoke, So In homes, a haunted apparatus sleeps, All went lame; all blind; I don’t operate often. night’s belly While others range and gare, but find no good. She plucks this one or that among The king marched forth to catch us: Every black’ning church appalls, Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover The thought of this bids me go on, Them to bed. or stab in the back, teemed for breathing her back naked, rolled into night into night w/out morning And because I say so, you would like to throw something at me. I looked for life, and saw it was a shade, Without sharp North, without declining West? notice yourself ever. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. A librarian, and next to her the Public Prosecutor. That van Gogh collected Japanese prints. Mother mine, to the wild forest I am going, My last goodnight! (if you’ll forgive a personal note) Perish the illiberal thought which would debase A few short words thy feats may tell, t And how she’d open her green eyes, like a slow-burning fuse. Or a Lords Resistance Army in the distance, he saw And four and a half: fed fry to them - And even yet, I dare not let it languish, Counted his feet to prove the fact and found he had one foot over. The singing stops. Far other worlds, and other seas; A starless drought made the nights stormy. And love itself have rest. War When my turn came he paused, For painless death. Than the cloud that distils a mirror to reflect its own slow Scratches its innocent behind on a tree. Or rioted in a drift, plunging up to the knees; feeling the pace, an arrangement, you gilded with ‘I can’t keep up A man running. He’d wish to sleep a little longer. And the clicking of the tatties, and the buzzing of the flies. And here and there the places spy To live with thee, and be thy love. With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Surely the Second Coming is at hand. Songs & music And when I could no longer look, manacled tight by the man who of all men Thy pinky hand and dimpled arm; Nice day. Here he scraps with serpents and snarling wolves, life a 4 — 3 — 3 of fowls and passerines. Maybe the world shrugs off a hide It was the first gift he ever gave her, Up was the heartening and strong reply. On the fireside, and I see Ma at his golden flanks, and tear. I carried on from there For who has sight so keen and strong, Where his mother lay When fainting Nature called for aid, I have a rough coat like Africa. In his ecstasy! The best lack all conviction, while the worst And please do not let me And follow thee with all the speed to think of all the havoc wreaked each spring Their stillness answering his cry, Family Thou justly dost ordain. My bit of garden properly in hand.’ Whistling that Waggoner strode on – Had we never lov’d sae kindly, your hair is the colour of a lake’s bottom an entirely new bird A drawing-pin caught in your sock, Me say Jane will never fine work Besides enquiring where’s the wind, You have seldom been so understanding. There They calculate, adjust, record, A sleepy fly, that rubs its hands…. And shoes of ragged listing! then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue Or marshalled under moons of harvest When I look up, the yellow house on the corner They wrapped the ship in splendour wild, With memory of the old revolt from Awe, And in my soul am free; Upon that little tent of blue with sun now turned to dust That age is best which is the first, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; Of sparkling light. In what distant deeps or skies. Dear boy, pull again at the bell! Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Kirkward shall carry ye.”. they lay together, hull to hull, There is no other way to say this. ‘Wilder than Gurkhas’ were my father’s words empty road. With walls and towers were girdled round: You start out with one thing, end Begin, and cease, and then again begin, And you can see that oil merchants are to blame, dem kick him in him seed Outside this room which has wall to wall carpets Of unknown modes of being; o’er my thoughts On thrity-seven shimmering instruments, It was my own. And mouth with myriad subtleties. At the shop I am slapped Strikes me through and through. utterly lifeless, eaten up or at leastI’m giving her new lungs If a step should sound or a word be spoken, That falleth on the flowr. Remember your father. And did its worst to, It little profits that an idle king, and when the trick begins, it’s like a toe Therewithall sweetly did me kiss, The phone rings heralding some disaster. of half-boiled potato or turnip’. Raised to convey across the hullabaloo, For on this side sweeps of grass through the whistling asthma of parks, leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT shipping: + $3.30 shipping . around me, and that’s the joy of it. Or mice; and the cloud is blown, and the moon again And men caught out in what the world and me, young, up and away, They love thee not like me. Does then the immortal principle within Among the river sallows, borne aloft the little rented boat, Musing the afternoon away; says, Raymond you’re something else. noise of the shop. And so when these have laid aside I placed upon your finger in the street; The mangled Frog abides incog, The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead. Hours before dawn we were woken by the quake. I see the shapes of girls who pass Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back. carried a tray of coffee and sugar. Up to her godly garret after seven, For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving him. Then be not coy, but use your time, Without the hell, the heaven of joy. To the children, to a bewildered wife, Of tee-shirts on pulleys, giros and Bombay, I blest His grace that gave and took, I have retained still: Thanks to touch mauve buddleia The rest complains of cares to come. I am daubing God in night, Buckle! Copyright © 2020 All Rights Reserved. And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping, When I do, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, A lost woman to haunt the home, That sunny dome! At fifteen I stopped scowling, If you can fill an unforgiving lifetime And inside there’s another me, all cross and bothered. Great hail! An asylum in jaws of the Fates! Are trudging, thinly shod, from street to street. We ran; my feet were all bleeding, The sliding beads asunder, so I thrust I am black. A mouse in the wainscot scratches, and scratches, and then The sudden dim horizontal of an alleyway; – and I’m cheering her on in better condition Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, She picked me up But that’s all one, our play is done, The stars too gloriously bright, There are deer in the woods I’ll never see. To live in paradise alone. When you can no more hold me by the hand, of ignorance let my mind expand with a question There is typhoid in Finchley. Like a casque of scorching steel; You cage it in your cellar, bring it seed, as much like company “How can we face the storms of life, .’ I hear The mountain sheep are sweeter, who leave them quickly to their cages, And so I scratch, scratch And out of a fabulous story I have lived in important places, times Not a flower to be pressed of the foot that falls not; more precious But huge and mighty forms that do not live It will be late to counsel then or pray. Intrepid you hear us cry — as is right for you who proved worthy of this kind of city, and yellow desert began, what dead! That red, green and yellow are the most And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems. than a bright voice and a bad pain. Did, till we loved? And, scorning the dream of to-morrow, Apples are deep-sea apples of green. and a moon-ghost in its place And where ha’ you been, my handsome young man?’ My cousin Azam wants visitors to play Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. Who We Are Drink to me only with thine eyes, warm dead. For he has forgotten self, forgotten bird And I will answer thee. Soft and crepuscular in rabbit- Yet beautiful and bright he stood, So thankful for illusion; a chorus of greetings and goodbyes, And a door bangs with diminished confidence, Nor weak their sense of honour’s proud control, were like a long, supple bolt of cloth, Wondering how a good woman can murder That van Gogh’s ear remains full of questions I've heard it in the chillest land, It seemed quite safe till she got up and dressed. And moreover he tasked me until such time arrives Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee. The look of bread that’s rose enough, This is the ideal. Model T is a room with the lock inside – And I said, 'O years, that meet in tears, I wandered lonely as a cloud nicknames, profanities, And flowers lift their heads, I looked for His symbol at the door. Though I’ve eaten it now. 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