“Cul-de-Sac” by Helen Rootham
Cul-de-Sac There flickers one small yellow flameBlown by a fretful breezeThat casts small shadows on the groundTo dance between ...
“Sugar for the Birds: I. Singerie” by Edith Sitwell
Sugar for the Birds I. Singerie Summer afternoon ...
“Home Thoughts in Laventie” by Edward Wyndham Tennant
Home Thoughts in Laventie Green gardens in Laventie!Soldiers only know the streetWhere the mud is churned and splashed aboutBy battle-wending ...
“In Bad Taste” by Osbert Sitwell
In Bad Taste The platitudinous multitude advance,They tear their hair and speak with bated breath,And some are young—tho' prematurely aged,And ...
“The Merry-Go-Round” by Aldous Huxley
The Merry-Go-Round The machine is ready to start. The symbolic beastsgrow resty, curvetting where they stand at their placesin the ...
“Question” by Iris Tree
Question And afterwards, when honour has made good,And all you think you fight for shall take place,A late rejoicing to ...
“Trumpets” by Sacheverell Sitwell
Trumpets Woven from the tangled hair of cometsOn the never-ceasing shuttles of the wind,Night, thick Tabernacle for the sun, is ...
“Hard of Hearing” by Alan Porter
Hard of Hearing Once in April waysI heard the cuckoo call.Among more withering daysHaulms twitched and clicked with heat.I heard ...
“Wheels” by Nancy Cunard
Wheels I sometimes think that all our thoughts are wheelsRolling forever through the painted world,Moved by the cunning of a ...
“A Terre” by Wilfred Owen
A Terre. (Being the philosophy of many soldiers). Sit on the bed, I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; ...
“Subjective Odyssey” by H.R. Barbor
Subjective Odyssey In the cool of eveningI and myself go voyaging,Seeking a ghoul-grotesquerie, a sublimatedIntensified paradisal PiccadillyCircus with its half-past-one-a.m.Denizens—doxies ...
“A Picture” by Victor Tait Perowne
A Picture She sat within the dappling shadeThat flickered o'er the forest glade,The listening birches shadows made. In that still ...
“The Mother” by Edith Sitwell
The Mother I. Our dreams create the babes we bear;Our beauty goes to make them fair.We give them all we ...
“The Crocodile Discourses” by Geoffrey Cookson
The Crocodile Discourses I do not find it written in my slimeThat God is Love; yet He is very good;For ...
“Corpse-Day” by Osbert Sitwell
Corpse-DayJuly 19th, 1919 Dusk floated up from the earth beneath,Held in the arms of the evening wind—The evening wind that ...
“Barouches Noires” by Charles Orange
Barouches Noires It was when I was sitting by the side of the lake, By the side of a lake ...
“The Exile” by Arnold James
The Exile I am kept with walls of iron from the place Where once the beechen shadow-trelissed lane Held visions ...
“Confessional” by Iris Tree
Confessional I could explain The complicated lore that drags the soul From what shall profit him To gild damnation with ...
“Apricot Jam” by Edith Sitwell
Apricot Jam Beneath the dancing glancing green The tea is spread, amid the sheen of pinceneze (glints of thought); thus ...
“Theatre of Varieties” by Aldous Huxley
Theatre of Varieties Circle on circle the hanging gardens descend, Slope from the upper darkness, each flower face Open, turned ...
“Laughing Lions Will Come” by Sacheverell Sitwell
Laughing Lions Will come The prophet from his desert cave Listens to the sound of water Lapping with tongues the ...
“Envious Youth” by Helen Rootham
Envious Youth I am not old enough to claim the privilege of years, To sit apart and say to youth— ...
“Zeppelins: I” by Iris Tree
Zeppelins: I The startling thunder bursting from a gun : How swift runs Fear, quicksilver that is freed ! Now ...
“Rag-time” by Osbert Sitwell
Rag-time The lamps glow here and there, then echo down The vast deserted vistas of the town :— Each light ...
“From the Balcony: Multitudes” by Edith Sitwell
From the Balcony: Multitudes Beneath the midnight skies, grown copper-cold, On titan-stairways like the world's great cause Unmeaning endlessness,—processions pause ...
“Clerk’s Song” by Sherard Vines
Clerk's Song After the office hours chime away And hurrying souls drift homeward, one by one The long shadows that ...
“Elan Vital” by Sherard Vines
Elan Vital I lay in the tepid mud Grey-drab, bubbling here and there with steam, A cell Rebellious, derisive of ...
“Aberrantry” by H.R. Barbor
Aberrantry Go forth, my song's antithesis, Make a loud claim, acclaim your claim Beyond the Word's periphrasis. Perchance unwisdom, sensing ...
Sonnet “I am numb through with the coldness. . .” by Alan Porter
Sonnet I am numb through with the coldness of thwart men; Not angry men, unconcerned or shy, Scant of love, ...
“The Great Adventure” by Helen Rootham
"The Great Adventure" To the memory of E.W.T. One said,—'Death is a great adventure.' It may be so. Yet being ...
Sonnet “This is no time for prayers or words or song” by Nancy Cunard
Sonnet This is no time for prayers or words or song. With folded hands we sit and slowly stare. The ...
“Outskirts” by Sacheverell Sitwell
"Outskirts" The gold voice of the sunset was most clearly in the air As I wandered through the outskirts of ...
“Gothic” by Aldous Huxley
"Gothic" Sharp spires pierce upwards, and the clouds are full of tumbling bells. Reckless, break-neck, head over heels down an ...
“Stopping Place” by Edith Sitwell
"Stopping Place" In highly-varnished noisy heat As through a lens that does not fit— The faces jolt in cubes and ...
“The Ambush” by William Kean Seymour
"The Ambush" Wild one, wild one, fleeing through the woods, Your skin is rent with thorns, dark fear is in ...
“Church Parade” by Osbert Sitwell
"Church Parade" The flattened sea is harsh and blue— Lies stiff beneath—one tone, one hue, While concertina waves unfold The ...
“Fleecing Time” by Edith Sitwell
"Fleecing Time" Queen Venus, like a bunch of roses, Fat and pink that splashed dew closes, Underneath dark mulberry trees, ...
“The Soldiers” by Sherard Vines
"The Soldiers" At first with fruit and flowers and drink They went, libated; festal day When demigods in columns swing ...
“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 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 ...
“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 ...
“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 ...