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yes 'im an' 'er an' it
we're all of us anxious to finish our bit
an' we want to get 'ome to our tea | img2poems |
'morrn ferguson
man have ye ever thought
what your good leddy costs in coal | img2poems |
but long ago before that time
did taffy and her daddy climb
that down and had their home on it | img2poems |
details for burin'-parties company-cooks or supply
turn out the chronic ikonas
i | img2poems |
when you want men to be mausered at one and a penny a day
ask for the london ikonas
i | img2poems |
ahae
my heart is heavy with the things that i do
not understand | img2poems |
the house-beams shall fall
and the karela the bitter karela
shall cover you all | img2poems |
the skippers say i'm crazy but i can prove 'em wrong
for i am in charge of the lower deck with all that doth belong
which they would not give to a lunatic and the competition so strong | img2poems |
a much-discerning public hold
the singer generally sings
and prints and sells his past for gold | img2poems |
when with a pain he desires to explain to his servitors baby
howls himself black in the face toothlessly striving to curse
and the six-months-old mother begins to inquire of the gods it may be | img2poems |
when at the head of the grade tumultuous out of the cutting
pours the belated express roars at the night and draws clear
redly obscured or displayed by her fire-doors opening and shutting | img2poems |
we shall lift up the ropes that constrained our youth to bind on our children's hands
we shall call to the waters below the bridges to return and to replenish our lands
we shall harness and scholarly plough the sands | img2poems |
we shall lie down in the eye of the sun for lack of a light on our way
we shall rise up when the day is done and chirrup behold it is day
we shall abide till the battle is won ere we amble into the fray | img2poems |
we shall make walk preposterous ghosts of the glories we once created
immodestly smearing from muddled palettes amazing pigments mismated
and our friend will weep when we ask them with boasts if our natural force be abated | img2poems |
the lamp of our youth will be utterly out but we shall subsist on the smell of it
and whatever we do we shall fold our hands and suck our gums and think well of it
yes we shall be perfectly pleased with our work and that is the perfectest hell of it | img2poems |
the late lamented camel in the water-cut 'e lies
we keeps a mile be'ind 'im an' we keeps a mile in front
but 'e gets into the drinkin'-casks and then o' course we dies | img2poems |
and learned us how to camp and cook an' steal a horse and scout
what ever game we fancied most you joyful played it too
and rather better of the whole | img2poems |
the same old work the same old scoff the same old dust and sun
the same old chance that laid us out or winked an' let us through
the same old life the same old death | img2poems |
we'll never read the papers now without inquirin' first
for word from all those friendly drops where you were born an' nursed
they're only just across the road | img2poems |
it is gone gone gone with lost atlantis
in seventeen ninety-three 'twas there for all to see
but it's not in philadelphia this morning | img2poems |
it is gone gone gone with thebes the golden
in seventeen ninety-four 'twas a famous dancing floor
but it's not in philadelphia this morning | img2poems |
he is gone gone gone with martin luther
in seventeen ninety-five he was alive
but he's not in philadelphia this morning | img2poems |
let zeus adjust your landward kin whose votive meal and salt
at easy-cheated altars win oblivion for the fault
except ye owe the fates a jest be slow to jest with them | img2poems |
now and henceforward serve unshod through wet and wakeful shifts
a present and oppressive god but take to aid my gifts
the wide and windward-opening eye the large and lavish hand | img2poems |
he kept poseidon's law intact
but once discharged the dromond's hold the bireme beached once more
splendaciously mendacious rolled the brass-bound man ashore | img2poems |
in his own place of power unkown
his light o' love another's flame
and he and alien and alone | img2poems |
appointing a colonel from chatham who managed the bhamo state line
so exeter battleby tring consented his claims to resign
and died on four thousand a month in the ninetieth year of his age | img2poems |
before their day arose
they beckoned it to close
close in confusion and destruction o'er them | img2poems |
mere corruption swaddled man-wise but the woman whole and clean
and she waited on him crooning and rahere beheld the twain
each delighted in the other and he checked and groaned again | img2poems |
never mind
brother thy tail hangs down behind
this is the way of the monkey-kind | img2poems |
a smith makes me
to betray my man
in my first fight | img2poems |
to gather gold
at the world's end
i am sent | img2poems |
the gold i gather
comes into england
out of deep water | img2poems |
like a shining fish
then it descends
into deep water | img2poems |
it is not given
for goods or gear
but for the thing | img2poems |
now there isn't no room for to say ye don't know they 'ave proved it plain and true
that whether it's widow or whether it's ship victorier's work is to do
an' they done it the jollies 'er majesty's jollies soldier an' sailor too | img2poems |
best take 'im for a new love
the dead they cannot rise an' you'd better dry your eyes
an' you'd best take 'im for your true love | img2poems |
allah divides the companions
(yet he said-yet he said: cease
not from singing | img2poems |
song of the dead in the west in the barrens the pass that betrayed them
where the wolverine tumbles their packs from the camp and the grave-rnound they made them
hear now the song of the dead | img2poems |
through the naked words and mean
may ye see the truth between
as the singer knew and touched it in the ends of all the earth | img2poems |
but after this was ordained
there came dark israel
for whom no river remained | img2poems |
he has looked upon man and his eyeballs are clear
the red mist of doing has thinned to a cloud
he has taken the path for bairagi avowed | img2poems |
but we hold it in all disaster
if only you stand by your master
the gods will stand by you | img2poems |
mithras god of the noontide the heather swims in the heat
our helmets scorch our foreheads our sandals burn our feet
mithras also a soldier keep us true to our vows | img2poems |
where plague has spread his pinions
over nations and dominions
then will be work for a spy | img2poems |
and it all goes into laundry
but it never comes out in the wash
for fear o' stellenbosch | img2poems |
instead o' sitting down an' takin' root
but we was not allowed so the boojers scooped the crowd
to the last survivin' bandolier an' boot | img2poems |
with its stoep so nicely shaded from the sun
>from sleepin' in his gaiters in a dew
and de wet's commando out an' trickled through | img2poems |
s
o
's till we was sick | img2poems |
the dreadful tone in which my name is named
that sends me 'neath the sofa-frill ashamed
if thou reject me whither shall i go | img2poems |
to him who bade the heavens abide yet cease not from their motion
to him who tames the moonstruck tide a day round the ocean
let his names be magnified in all poor folks' devotion | img2poems |
not for prophecies or powers visions gifts or graces
but the unregardful hours that grind us in our places
with the burden on our backs the weather in our faces | img2poems |
not for voices harps or wings or rapt illumination
but the grosser self that springs of use and occupation
unto which the spirit clings as her last salvation | img2poems |
he shall guide us through this dark not by new-blown glories
but by every ancient mark our fathers used before us
till our children ground their ark where the proper shore is | img2poems |
we'd stolen wills for ballast and a crew of missing heirs
they shipped as able bastards till the wicked nurse confessed
and they worked the old three-decker to the islands of the blest | img2poems |
no moral doubts assailed us so when the port we neared
the villain had his flogging at the gangway and we cheered
for every one was married and i went at shore at last | img2poems |
i left the lovers loving and parents signing cheques
in endless english comfort by county-folk caressed
i left the old three-decker at the islands of the blest | img2poems |
ay blow your shrieking sirens at the deaf grey-bearded seas
boom our the dripping oil-bags to skin the deep's unrest
and you aren't one knot the nearer to the islands of the blest | img2poems |
you'll see her tiering canvas in sheeted silver spread
while far so far above you her tall poop-lanterns shine
unvexed by wind or weather like the candles round a shrine | img2poems |
but that was before ionia
any of the mountains of ionia
had bared their peaks to the air | img2poems |
till after many winters rose ionia
crystal-eyed sages of ionia
who said these tales are lies | img2poems |
but earth was wiser than ionia
and they overlaid the teaching of ionia
and the truth was choked at birth | img2poems |
it was then that men bethought them of ionia
or the word that was whispered in ionia
and they turned from the shadows and the shows | img2poems |
but it's saviour of 'is country when the guns begin to shoot
an' it's tommy this an' tommy that an' anything you please
an' tommy ain't a bloomin' fool you bet that tommy sees | img2poems |
the dogberry and the waterbury made
it fifty mile five pounds
and juan paid | img2poems |
sing oak and ash and thorn good sirs
england shall bide ti judgment tide
by oak and ash and thorn | img2poems |
what truce with dawn
look from the aching sky
day stalks a tyrant with a flaming sword | img2poems |
the soothin' jingle-bump-an'-clank from day to peaceful day
ubique means they've caught de wet an' now we shan't be long
ubique means i much regret the beggar's goin' strong | img2poems |
to-tschin-shu is condemned to death
how can he drink tea with the executioner
japanese proverb | img2poems |
nay we be women together-we know what that lust is worth
peace in thy utmost borders and strength on a road untrod
these are dealt or diminished at the secret will of god | img2poems |
hast thou not torn the naiad from her flood
the elfin from the green grass and from me
the summer dream beneath the tamarind tree | img2poems |
and the good suns we see that flash and pass
and perish and the bell that knells them cries
another gone: o when will ye arise | img2poems |
now the
days are over
age and winter close us slowly round | img2poems |
when i was down beside the sea
a wooden spade they gave to me
to dig the sandy shore | img2poems |
my holes were empty like a cup
in every hole the sea came up
till it could come no more | img2poems |
one more touch of the bow smell of the virginal
green - one more and my bosom
feels new life with an ecstasy | img2poems |
and now the morn has dawned the morn has died
the day has come and gone and once more night
about my lone life settles wild and wide | img2poems |
i was made all things to all men
but now my course is done
and now is my reward | img2poems |
ah christ when i stand at thy throne
with those i have drawn to the lord
restore me my self again | img2poems |
the morning drum-call on my eager ear
thrills unforgotten yet the morning dew
lies yet undried along my field of noon | img2poems |
but now i pause at whiles in what i do
and count the bell and tremble lest i hear
the sunset gun too soon | img2poems |
fain would i eat but alas
i have needful matter in hand
since i carry my tribute of fish to the jealous king of the land | img2poems |
and they held the chin in silence and heard her and shook the head
for they knew the men of taiarapu famous in battle and feast
marvellous eaters and smiters: the men of vaiau not least | img2poems |
in the deeps of the woods they laboured piling the fuel high
in fagots the load of a man fuel seasoned and dry
thirsty to seize upon fire and apt to blurt into flame | img2poems |
but even as he did so the wind in a garment of flames and pain
wrapped him from head to heel and the waistcloth parted in twain
and the living fruit of his loins dropped in the fire below | img2poems |
and sure he was none that she knew none of her country or clan
a stranger mother-naked and marred with the marks of fire
but comely and great of stature a man to obey and admire | img2poems |
note covered an oven
the cooking fire is made in a
hole in the ground and is then buried | img2poems |
so shalt thou stint the meagre winter thus
of his projected triumph and the rime
shall melt before the sunshine in thy book | img2poems |
where is the tryst it must keep
who is her pandar
death | img2poems |
lo
her lips summoning part
i am not whom she calls | img2poems |
r
l
s | img2poems |
this hast thou done and i can i be base
i must arise o father and to port
some lost complaining seaman pilot home | img2poems |
and back returning to your firelit friends
you see the rosy sun despoiled of light
hung caught in thickets like a schoolboy's kite | img2poems |
bright were your eyes in the night
we have lived my love
o we have loved my love | img2poems |
for when our souls have learned the heat to bear
the cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice
and round my golden tent like lambs rejoice | img2poems |
in futurity
i prophesy
that the earth from sleep | img2poems |
mock on mock on voltaire rousseau
you throw the sand against the wind
and the wind blows it back again | img2poems |
they stumble all night over bones of the dead
and feel they know not what but care
and wish to lead others when they should be led | img2poems |
i slumber not the thorn is in my couch
each day a trumpet soundeth in mine ear
its echo in my heart | img2poems |
the humblest of thy pilgrim passing by
would gladly woo thine echoes with his string
though from thy heights no more one muse will wave her wing | img2poems |
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