Poems by John Fuller
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God Bless America
... When they send their children to bed at the proper time and say just what they mean, ...
Synopsis for a German Novella
... At the back of his mind there is still the slight hope ...
A Dialogue between Caliban and Ariel
... The marvellous Glove splits on the hairy claw: ...
Song
... It’s been like this most of the day, ...
Edwardian Christmas
... Poor Father! Whooping and romping in their house, ...
Retreat
... t write. If you buy them a drink they will tell you their life history: ...
Lullaby
... The moon is astonished and so are the sheep: ...
All the Members of My Tribe Are Liars
... That’s why the tortoise always wins the race: ...
Metropolitan
... In cities the jealous man is jealous because he is himself in his ...
The Pit
... And alive on the porch the councillor lowers his pipe, ...
Well Said, Davy
... Though he that we drink with is sometimes a fool, ...
The Shires
... Birds Build in the walls of the cloisters, disappearing into holes ...
To James Fenton
... We’re waiting still for your Childe Harold, ...
Canicule Macaronique
... ll Have me, and though desire grows dim, ...
Pillow Talk
... ‘Your forces delay, bibbing at Northern walls ...
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