Category Archives: Poetry

Reap Leaves From Trees And Colours From The Sun: Chris Fewings

O dank and darker days, as autumn falls, in my bones the harbinger of Spring. Reap leaves from trees and colours from the sun and incubate winged seeds in soggy layers of leafmould underfoot. My spirit soars to think of … Continue reading

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Not for That City: Charlotte Mew

Not for that city of the level sun, Its golden streets and glittering gates ablaze— The shadeless, sleepless city of white days, White nights, or nights and days that are as one— We weary, when all is said , all … Continue reading

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In The Fields: Charlotte Mary Mew

Lord when I look at lovely things which pass, Under old trees the shadow of young leaves Dancing to please the wind along the grass, Or the gold stillness of the August sun on the August sheaves; Can I believe … Continue reading

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The Call: Charlotte Mew

From our low seat beside the fire Where we have dozed and dreamed and watched the glow Or raked the ashes, stopping so We scarcely saw the sun or rain Above, or looked much higher Than this same quiet red … Continue reading

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Seventh Day: Kathleen Raine

Kathleen Raine Seventh Day

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Phoenix: D H Lawrence

Are you willing to be sponged out, erased, cancelled, made nothing? Are you willing to be made nothing? dipped into oblivion? If not, you will never really change. The phoenix renews her youth only when she is burnt, burnt alive, … Continue reading

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As I Grew Older: Langston Hughes

It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun- My dream. And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between me and my dream. … Continue reading

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The Shooting of Dan McGrew: Robert W. Service

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune; Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew, And watching his luck … Continue reading

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April Love: Ernest Dowson

We have walked in Love’s land a little way, We have learnt his lesson a little while, And shall we not part at the end of day, With a sigh, a smile? A little while in the shine of the … Continue reading

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Superfluous Advice: Dorothy Parker

Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and swear they lie. Dorothy Parker Superfluous Advice

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