Poems by Bert Leston Taylor
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To The Proof Room
... Oh leap not to that vain conclusion! ...
Children
... And all their interests are their own ...
The Rime Of The Betsy Jane
... . . Right here the tale in the bottle stopped, ...
Ballade Of A Moss-Grown Symbol
... moons Have roused my righteous wrath or gurgling ...
Battle Song
... man. We stand at Armageddon, where men have ...
Upon Julia's Arctics
... Those arctics flopping each way free, ...
Canopus
... Its shell would hold our whole dinged solar system, &emsp ...
On The Eve
... For men have fought, and kept the faith, ...
Post-Impressionism
... exposition of the "Simultaneousness of the Ambient") ...
Hence These Years
... And patch that broken plaster on the wall ...
The Road To Anywhere
... The secrets that these tangles house ...
Aprilly
... The droghte of March had perced to the roote, ...
The Riddle of the Dinosaur
... If one brain found the pressure strong, ...
The Gadder
... And keep him sound in wind and limb -- ...
Poem
... Time will sort em out ...
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