Poems

Gordon

Gordon I ON through the Libyan sand Rolls ever, mile on mile, League on long league, cleaving the rainless land, Fed by no friendly wave, the […]

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Infant Eyes

Infant Eyes Blood of my blood, bone of my bone, Heart of my being’s heart, Strange visitant, yet very son; All this, and more, thou art. […]

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Spring

Spring In spring I go to war To sing or to die. What do I care for my own troubles? Today I shatter them, laughing in […]

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