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Old People’s Home

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All are limitory, but each has her own nuance of damage. The elite can dress and decent themselves, are ambulant with a single stick, adroit to read a book all…

O Where Are You Going?

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“O where are you going?” said reader to rider, “That valley is fatal where furnaces burn, Yonder’s the midden whose odours will madden, That gap is the grave where the…

O What Is That Sound

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O what is that sound which so thrills the ear Down in the valley drumming, drumming? Only the scarlet soldiers, dear, The soldiers coming. O what is that light I…

O Tell Me The Truth About Love

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Some say love’s a little boy, And some say it’s a bird, Some say it makes the world go around, Some say that’s absurd, And when I asked the man…

Nocturne

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Now through night’s caressing grip Earth and all her oceans slip, Capes of China slide away From her fingers into day And th’Americas incline Coasts towards her shadow line. Now…

Night Mail

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This is the night mail crossing the Border, Bringing the cheque and the postal order, Letters for the rich, letters for the poor, The shop at the corner, the girl…

Musee des Beaux Arts

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About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters: how well they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or…

Moon Landing

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It’s natural the Boys should whoop it up for so huge a phallic triumph, an adventure it would not have occurred to women to think worth while, made possible only…

Miss Gee

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Let me tell you a little story About Miss Edith Gee; She lived in Clevedon Terrace At number 83. She’d a slight squint in her left eye, Her lips they…

Miranda

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My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely, As the poor and sad are real to the good king, And the high green hill sits always by the sea.…