“Star-Talk” by Robert Graves
Star-Talk 'Are you awake, Gemelli, This frosty night?' 'We'll be awake till reveillé, Which is Sunrise,' say the Gemelli, 'It's ...
“Eros and Psyche” by Richard Aldington
"Eros and Psyche" In an old dull yard near Camden Town, Which echoes with the rattle of cars and 'busses ...
“Tidal Gossip by Robert Alden Sanborn
"Tidal Gossip" With a kick of white lace The ruffled waves Flirt to the winking sun; Minding not the stodgy ...
“Now the gold goes trickling out of the sunset” by Arnold James
"I" Now the gold goes trickling out of the sunset, Leaving blue and the deep slumbering red : (Beautiful, calm ...
“Moonstruck” by Richard Hughes
"Moonstruck" Cold shone the moon, with noise The night went by. Trees uttered things of woe: Bent grass dared not ...
“Clouds across the Canyon” by John Gould Fletcher
"Clouds across the Canyon" Shadows of clouds March across the canyon, Shadows of blue hands passing Over a curtain of ...
“You” by Horace Holley
"You" By you all things are changed. My friends and foes alike Become as strangers without name, [ . ...
“New Saints” by Sherard Vines
"New Saints" Christ Communist, accept these latest Saints following the antique way, Liebknecht, who scorned kings and the greatest, And ...
“Her New-Year Posy” by William Kerr
"Her New-Year Posy" When I seek the world through For images of you, Though apple-blossom is glad And the lily ...
“Brooding Grief” by D.H. Lawrence
"Brooding Grief" A yellow leaf from the darkness Hops like a frog before me — — Why should I start ...
“The Dancer” by Arthur Davison Ficke
"The Dancer" They were godly people, all of them, With whom I dined in the café that night— Substantial citizens ...
“The Complex Life” by Iris Tree
"The Complex Life" I know it to be true that those who live As do the grasses and the lilies ...
“Dust” by Rupert Brooke
"Dust" When the white flame in us is gone, And we that lost the world's delight Stiffen in darkness, left ...
“Beauty Thou Hast Hurt Me Overmuch” by Richard Aldington
Beauty Thou Hast Hurt Me Overmuch The light is a wound to me. The soft notes Feed upon the wound ...
“Preludes” by T.S. Eliot
"Preludes" 1. The winter evening settles down With smells of steaks in passage ways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of ...
“Black Velvet” by Iris Tree
"Black Velvet" The darkness of the trees at deep midnight, And sombreness of shadows in the lake; A mountain in ...
“The Sleeper” by Walter de la Mare
"The Sleeper" As Ann came in one summer's day, She felt that she must creep, So silent was the clear ...
“The Rose” by John Cournos
The Rose I remember a day when I stood on the sea shore at Nice, holding a scarlet rose in ...
