Upspoke the culprit at the bar, Conducting his own case: ‘Your Lordship, I have gone to fa… But grant me of your grace. As I was passing by a shop

We’re taking Marie Toro to her ho… We’re taking Marie Toro to her la… Behold! her hearse is hung with wr… Except the blossoms heaping high u… A week ago she roamed the street,…

A prisoner speaks: Majority of twenty—three, I face the Judge with joy and gle… For am I not a lucky chap — No more hanging, no more cap;

I gave an eye to save from night A babe born blind; And now with eager semi—sight Vast joy I find To think a child can share with me

(France, August first, 1914) Far and near, high and clear, Hark to the call of War! Over the gorse and the golden dell… Ringing and swinging of clamorous…

Three score and ten, the psalmist… And half my course is well—nigh ru… I’ve had my flout at dusty death, I’ve had my whack of feast and fun… I’ve mocked at those who prate and…

When I am dead I will not care How future generations fare, For I will be so unaware. Though fields their slain has carp… And seas be salt with tears they s…

We’d left the sea—gulls long behin… And we were almost in mid—ocean; The sky was soft and blue and kind… The boat had scarcely any motion; Except that songfully it sped,

Pedlar’s coming down the street, Housewives beat a swift retreat. Don’t you answer to the bell; Heedless what she has to sell. Just discreetly go inside.

Treat ‘Em Rough First time I dared propose, A callow lad was I; I donned my Sunday clothes, I wore my Old School Tie.

When I played my penny whistle on… The heather bloomed about us, and… As you bent above your knitting so… And fine and soft and slow the rai… Your cheeks were pink like painted…

Three Triangles TRIANGLE ONE My husband put some poison in my b… And fondly hoped that I would dri… He would get rid of me —no bloody…

Let poets piece prismatic words, Give me the jewelled joy of birds! What ecstasy moves them to sing? Is it the lyric glee of Spring, The dewy rapture of the rose?

At school I never gained a prize, Proving myself the model ass; Yet how I watched the wistful eye… And cheered my mates who topped th… No envy in my heart I found,