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D. H. Lawrence

Under the Oak

1 November 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
poetry, classic, rhyme

You, if you were sensible,

When I tell you the stars flash signals, each one dreadful,

You would not turn and answer me

"The night is wonderful."

Tickets, Please

To ride on these cars is always an adventure. Since we are in war-time, the drivers are men unfit for active service: cripples and hunchbacks. So they have the spirit of the devil in them. The ride becomes a steeple-chase. Hurray! we have leapt in a clear jump over the canal bridges—now for the four-lane corner. With a shriek and a trail of sparks we are clear again. To be sure, a tram often leaps the rails—but what matter!


19 April 2006
Vol. 6, No. 1
poetry, classic

I never saw a wild thing

sorry for itself.

On That Day

18 April 2006
Vol. 6, No. 1
poetry, classic, rhyme

  On that day

I shall put roses on roses, and cover your grave

With multitude of white roses…


17 April 2006
Vol. 6, No. 1
poetry, classic, rhyme

And all hours long, the town

  Roars like a beast in a cave…

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