Şiir, Sadece

Our minds are married, but we are too young  For wedlock by the customs of this age  When parent homes pen each in seperate cage  And only s...

So here are you, and here am I,  Where we may thank our gods to be;  Above the earth, beneath the sky,  Naked souls alive and free.  The aut...

No stone is set to mark his nation's loss,  No stately tomb enshrines his noble breast;  Not e'en the tribute of a wooden cross  Can...

Awake! Young Men of England    Oh! give me the strength of the Lion,  The wisdom of reynard the Fox  And then I'll hurl troops at the Ge...

A happy vicar I might have been  Two hundred years ago  To preach upon eternal doom  And watch my walnuts grow;   But born, alas, in an evil...

When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men. Young men sharp as mustard. ...

A parody of the Anglo-Saxon poem, Cuckoo Song Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm. Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wi...

Inner North London, top floor flat All white walls, white carpet, white cat, Rice Paper partitions Modern art and ambition The host...

Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, Were it worth the pleasure, We never could learn love's song, We are parted too long. Co...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nea...