#English
I do not fear to die ‘Neath the open sky, To meet death in the fight Face to face, upright. But when at last we creep
ALL day the mallet thudded far be… My garret, in an old ramshackle sh… Where ceaselessly, with stiffly no… And rigid motions ever to and fro A figure like a puppet in a show
HER day out from the workhouse-wa… A grey-haired woman, decent and pr… With prim black bonnet and neat pa… Among the other children by the st… And with grave relish eats a penny…
He’d even have his joke While we were sitting tight, And so he needs must poke His silly head in sight To whisper some new jest
I WONDER if the old cow died or… Gey bad she was the night I left,… Dick reckoned she would mend. He… At least he fancies so himself, do… Dick knows a lot. But maybe I did…
HE greets you with a smile from f… But never speaks, nor rises from h… Beneath the green night of the sea… The whole world’s waters weighing… The empty wain made slowly over th…
A minx in khaki struts the limelit… With false moustache, set smirk an… And straddling legs and swinging h… To swagger it like a soldier, whil… Of rampant ragtime jangle, clash,…
Here on the ridge where the shrill… Low clouds along the snow And in a streaming moonlit vapour… The peopled earth below. Let me, O life, a little while fo…
As a blue-necked mallard alighting… Among marsh-marigolds and splashin… Green leaves and yellow blooms, li… In bright, black mud, with clear d… Bringing keen savours of the sea a…
He’s gone. I do not understand. I only know That as he turned to go And waved his hand,
This bloody steel Has killed a man. I heard him squeal As on I ran. He watched me come
In each black tile a mimic fire’s… And in the hearthlight old mahogan… Ripe with stored sunshine that in… Poured like gold wine into the liv… Summer on summer through a century…
“Only just one plane lost”– the su… broadcasts the news of the success… and the lone mother knitting by th… Trembles, afraid, As in her anguished sight
Neck-deep in mud, He mowed and raved— He who had braved The field of bl… And as a lad Just out of school
A blue-black Nubian plucking oran… At Jaffa by a sea of malachite, In red tarboosh, green sash, and f… Burnous—among the shadowy memories That haunt me yet by these bleak n…