Poems by Peter McArthur
A Confession
... And know the things that you would learn ...
De Profundis
... The flesh still grovels though the spirit soars ...
The Innocents
... For what care they for the praise of God ...
Silence
... I TOILING through ruined temple-halls, where Time ...
Sugar Weather
... And the furrows peep black through the snow, ...
In Oblivion
... The ancients drank until their flasks were dried, ...
A Thaw
... The scattering sounds seem near and loud, ...
Dolce Far Niente
... Again Like that famed, errant Babylonian king, ...
Earthborn
... And, scorning peace and the content that shields, ...
The End Of The Drought
... Sends forth a strange and plaintive cry ...
Growth
... Lo, God himself has voice through such a soul! ...
To The Birds
... With old and worn-out tunes like these ...
Parents Plea
... He doesn't mind the tasks they set- ...
Birds Of Passage
... And from all the dreaming north-land ...
The Shaw Memorial
... But still against the storm with blinded eyes ...
