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The Airy Christ
by Stevie Smith (1902-71)
After reading Dr
The Airy Christ by Stevie Smith (1902-71) After reading Dr Rieu’s translation of St Mark’s Gospel. Who is this that comes in splendour, comi...
The Airy Christ by Stevie Smith (1902-71) After reading Dr Rieu’s translation of St Mark’s Gospel. Who is this that comes in splendour, comi...
Pretty
by Stevie Smith (1902-71)
Why is the word pretty so
Pretty by Stevie Smith (1902-71) Why is the word pretty so underrated? In November the leaf is pretty when it falls The stream grows deep in the ...
Pretty by Stevie Smith (1902-71) Why is the word pretty so underrated? In November the leaf is pretty when it falls The stream grows deep in the ...
Come on Come back
by Stevie Smith (1902-71)
Left by the
Come on Come back by Stevie Smith (1902-71) Left by the ebbing tide of battle On the field of Austerlitz The girl soldier Vaudevue sits Her finge...
Come on Come back by Stevie Smith (1902-71) Left by the ebbing tide of battle On the field of Austerlitz The girl soldier Vaudevue sits Her finge...
Our Bog is Dood
by Stevie Smith (1902-71)
Our Bog is dood,
Our Bog is Dood by Stevie Smith (1902-71) Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood, They lisped in accents mild, But when I asked them to explain They gre...
Our Bog is Dood by Stevie Smith (1902-71) Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood, They lisped in accents mild, But when I asked them to explain They gre...
The River God
by Stevie Smith (1902-71)
I may be smelly,
The River God by Stevie Smith (1902-71) I may be smelly, and I may be old, Rough in my pebbles, reedy in my pools, But where my fish float by I...
The River God by Stevie Smith (1902-71) I may be smelly, and I may be old, Rough in my pebbles, reedy in my pools, But where my fish float by I...
The Singing Çat
by Stevie Smith (1902-71)
It was a little
The Singing Çat by Stevie Smith (1902-71) It was a little captive cat Upon a crowded train His mistress takes him from his box To ease his...
The Singing Çat by Stevie Smith (1902-71) It was a little captive cat Upon a crowded train His mistress takes him from his box To ease his...
Lift Boy
by Robert Graves (1895-1985)
Let me tell you the
Lift Boy by Robert Graves (1895-1985) Let me tell you the story of how I began, I began as the knife-boy and ended as the boot-man, With nothing in...
Lift Boy by Robert Graves (1895-1985) Let me tell you the story of how I began, I began as the knife-boy and ended as the boot-man, With nothing in...
A Slice of Wedding Cake
by Robert Graves (1895-1985)
Why
A Slice of Wedding Cake by Robert Graves (1895-1985) Why have such scores of lovely, gifted girls Married impossible men? Simple self-sacrifice m...
A Slice of Wedding Cake by Robert Graves (1895-1985) Why have such scores of lovely, gifted girls Married impossible men? Simple self-sacrifice m...
Outlaws
by Robert Graves
Owls: they whinney down the
Outlaws by Robert Graves Owls: they whinney down the night, Bats go zigzag by. Ambushed in shadow out of sight The outlaws lie. Old gods, shrunk ...
Outlaws by Robert Graves Owls: they whinney down the night, Bats go zigzag by. Ambushed in shadow out of sight The outlaws lie. Old gods, shrunk ...
A Childs Nightmare
by Robert Graves (1895-1985)
Through
A Childs Nightmare by Robert Graves (1895-1985) Through long nursery nights he stood By my bed unwearying, Loomed gigantic, formless, queer, Purri...
A Childs Nightmare by Robert Graves (1895-1985) Through long nursery nights he stood By my bed unwearying, Loomed gigantic, formless, queer, Purri...
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