Poems

Virgin Youth

Virgin Youth Now and again All my body springs alive, And the life that is polarised in my eyes, That quivers between my eyes and mouth, […]

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Week-Night Service

Week-Night Service The five old bells Are hurrying and eagerly calling, Imploring, protesting They know, but clamorously falling Into gabbling incoherence, never resting, Like spattering showers […]

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Willy Wet-Leg

Willy Wet-Leg I can’t stand Willy Wet-Leg, Can’t stand him at any price. He’s resigned, and when you hit him he lets you hit him twice.

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Aubade

Aubade JANE, Jane, Tall as a crane, The morning light creaks down again; Comb your cockscomb-ragged hair, Jane, Jane, come down the stair. Each dull blunt […]

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