“Nakedness” by Witter Bynner
Nakedness Brightness of earth for the hollow of your throatThey brought to you,And blossoms of death for you to throw ...
Sonnet “Not with vain tears, when we’re beyond the sun” by Rupert Brooke
"Sonnet"(Suggested by some of the Proceedings of the Society for Psychical Research) Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the ...
“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 ...
“The Sisters” by Mary Aldis
The Sisters We fourLive here togetherMy three older sisters and IIn a white little cottageWith flowers on each side of ...
“In the Poppy Field” by James Stephens
In the Poppy Field Mad Patsy said, he said to me,That every morning he could seeAn angel walking on the ...
“Choricos” by Richard Aldington
Choricos The ancient songsPass deathward mournfully. Cold lips that sing no more, and withered wreaths,Regretful eyes, and drooping breasts and ...
“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 ...
“Late Snow” by J.C. Squire
Late Snow The heavy train through the dim country went rolling, rolling,Interminably passing misty snow-covered plough-land ...
“Searchlight” by F.S. Flint
Searchlight There has been no sound of guns,no roar of exploding bombs;but the darkness has an edgethat grits the nerves ...
“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 Lonely Death” by Adelaide Crapsey
The Lonely Death In the cold I will rise, I will batheIn waters of ice; myselfWill shiver, and shrive myself,Alone ...
“A Saxon Song” by Vita Sackville-West
A Saxon Song Tools with the comely names, Mattock and scythe and spade, ...
“In the Little Old Market-Place” by Ford Madox Hueffer
In the Little Old Market-Place (To the Memory of A.V.) It rains, it rains,From gutters and drainsAnd gargoyles and gables:It ...
“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 ...
“Chicago Poet” by Carl Sandburg
Chicago Poet I saluted a nobody.I saw him in a looking-glass.He smiled — so did I.He crumpled the skin on ...
“The Mind’s Liberty” by William H. Davies
The Mind's Liberty The mind, with its own eyes and ears, May for these others have no care;No matter ...
