The Watch by Frances Cornford

I wakened on my hot, hard bed; Upon the pillow lay my head; Beneath the pillow I could hear My little watch was ticking clear. I thought the throbbing of it went Like my continual discontent, I thought it said in every tick: I am so sick, so sick, so sick; O death, come quick,…

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Refugees by Brian Bilston

They have no need of our help So do not tell me These haggard faces could belong to you or me Should life have dealt a different hand We need to see them for who they really are Chancers and scroungers Layabouts and loungers With bombs up their sleeves Cut-throats and thieves They are not…

Putting in the Seed by Robert Frost

You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea); And go along with you ere you…

A Poison Tree by William Blake

I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both…

Love’s Secret by William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart! Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently,…

Commination by AD Hope

He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last Things, I meditate the ruin of friends Whose loss, Lord, brings this grand new curse to mind Now send me foes worth cursing, or send more - Since means should be proportionate to ends -…

Song of the Nymphomaniac by Fiona Pitt-Kethley

From Baffin Bay down to Tasmania I’ve preached and practised nymphomania, Had gentlemen of all complexions, All with varying erections: Coalmen, miners, metallurgists, Gurus, wizards, thaumaturgists, Aerial artists, roustabouts, Recidivists and down-and-outs, Salesmen, agents, wheeler-dealers, Dieticians, nurses, healers, Surgeons, coroners and doctors, Academics, profs and proctors, Butchers, bakers, candle-makers, Airmen, soldiers, poodlefakers, Able seamen, captains, stokers,…

"I’m an Ulsterman of planter stock. I was born on the island of Ireland, so secondarily I’m an Irishman. I was born in the British archipelago and English is my native tongue, so I am British. The British archipelago are offshore islands to the continent of Europe, so I’m European. This is my hierarchy of…

Grief by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless; That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upward to God’s throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness, In souls as countries, lieth silent-bare Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man, express Grief for thy…