Poetry World

The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree, stuck fast to the lo...

Lady of dusk-wood fastnesses, Thou art my Lady. I have known the crisp, splintering leaf-tread with thee on before, White, slender through g...

"Could you show me your mother's photo?" One morning a friend of mine said. "Just take a good look around you," I sm...

All around the Earth goes Man, her master, Every day hi stride grows bolder, faster. Tireless, firm, on clay and sand and rock Like a clock ...

A god was set up in every hollow. If a crack appeared in a stone, they swiftly brought up a god and laid him in. If a bridge collapsed, then...