#EnglishWriters
And since he rowed his father home… His hand has never touched an oar. All day he wanders on the shore, And hearkens to the swishing foam. Though blind from birth, he still…
“I cannot quite remember.... Ther… Dropt dead beside me in the trench… Whispered their dying messages to… Back from the trenches, more dead… Stone-deaf and dazed, and with a b…
AMONG bleak hills of mounded sla… 'Neath sullen evening skies that s… O’er burdened by the belching smok… Upon their aching foreheads, dense… Till both felt youth within them f…
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
When we were building Skua Light— The first men who had lived a nigh… Upon that deep-sea Isle— As soon as chisel touched the ston… The friendly seals would come asho…
When the plane dived and the machi… The deck, in his numb clutch the t… Bucked madly as he strove to keep… Zig-zagging, that was all that mat… To keep the ship zig-zagging endle…
Through the pale green forest of t… Whose interwoven fronds, a jade-gr… Above me glimmer, infinitely high, Towards my giant hand a beetle wal… In glistening emerald mail; and as…
I could not understand the sudden… The sudden darkness—in the crash o… The din and glare of day quenched… In utter starless night. I lay an age and idly gazed at not…
Stuck in a bottle on the window-si… In the cold gaslight burning gaily… Against the luminous blue of Lond… These flowers are mine: while some… In some black-throated alley’s ste…
“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
“Two rows of cabbages, Two curly-greens, Two rows of early peas, Two of kidney-beans.” That’s what he is muttering,
All night I lay on Devil’s Edge, Along an overhanging ledge Between the sky and sea: And as I rested ‘waiting sleep, The windless sky and soundless dee…
He’s gone. I do not understand. I only know That as he turned to go And waved his hand,
Out of the sparkling sea I drew my tingling body clear, and… On a low ledge the livelong summer… Basking, and watching lazily White sails in Falmouth Bay.
A scent of Esparto grass—and agai… That hour we spent by the weir of… Watching together the curving thun… Of frothing amber, bemused by the… My mind was as blank as the speckl…