#EnglishWriters
Great farmy whores, breasts bouncy… Like buttocks, and with buttocks l… Two white sows jammed in a sty doo… Are no dunghills for bawdry’s cock… Nor tigery tarts, with rubber back…
With nothing to brag about but the… Tearing boar-flesh and swilling al… A fermenting of huge-chested bragg… Got nowhere by sitting still To hear some timorous poet enlarge…
The stick insect sitting at his st… In the little lamp of his belly is… Lost among glittering traffic, and… A toad is stone-motion, mould-prid… The jewel in this head is the wisd…
The swallow of summer, she toils a… A blue—dark knot of glittering vol… A whiplash swimmer, a fish of the… But the serpent of cars that crawl… In shimmering exhaust
The dog loved its churlish life, Scraps, thefts. Itsdeclined blood An anarchy of mindless pride. Nobody’s pet, but good enough To double with a bitch as poor.
To Paint a Water Lily A green level of lily leaves Roofs the pond’s chamber and paves The flies’ furious arena: study These, the two minds of this lady.
O lady, when the tipped cup of the… You became soft fire with a cloud’… The difficult stars swam for eyes… You stood, and your shadow was my… You turned, your shadow turned to…
I saw my world again through your… As I would see it again through y… Through your eyes it was foreign. Plain hedge hawthorns were peculia… A mystery of peculiar lore and doi…
The flame—red moon, the harvest mo… Rolls along the hills, gently boun… A vast balloon, Till it takes off, and sinks upwar… To lie on the bottom of the sky, l…
I imagine this midnight moment’s f… Something else is alive Beside the clock’s loneliness And this blank page where my finge… Through the window I see no star:
When Crow was white he decided th… He decided it glared much too whit… He decided to attack it and defeat… He got his strength up flush and i… He clawed and fluffed his rage up.
Farmers in the fields, housewives… Watch the burning aircraft across… As if a firefly and a spider fough… Far above the trees, between the w… They wait with interest for the ev…
A shattered army, Thames’ filthy… Not a beautiful spectacle For the drinkers of history, or fo… Or my friends, this island’s paral… Wordsworth’s head went down here s…
Love struck into his life Like a hawk into a dovecote. What a cry went up! Every gentle pedigree dove Blindly clattered and beat,
In the beginning was Scream Who begat Blood Who begat Eye Who begat Fear Who begat Wing