Poems by Roderic Quinn
Irony
... All time a great Thought wandered round the world ...
The Little House
... With your wiles, and your smiles, ...
The Vigil
... And yet. . . .and yet, it seems so strange ...
The Black Hound
... Then fast, froth-flakes on his jaws, ...
The Artist
... * * * * * The gold shall be a girl's hair, ...
The Red-Tressed Maiden
... Make a light for the darkness within and without you ...
The Allisons
... Free-footed winds through the doorways pass, ...
The Voyagers
... What feeling filled his heaving breast, ...
Doing Nothing
... Life, that danced and capered, ...
The Seeker
... They thrill my blood, they fill my eyes, they call me forth, and I must ...
The Hidden Heart
... " "Yourself!" he said and bowed his head, ...
Tidings
... Like some leashed hound, nerve-thrilled, acute ...
Arnold Rode Behind
... And, as he turned and smiled, flashed out ...
By Momba Tracks
... And they lie deep-celled in the moisty mould, ...
The Fiddle And The Crowd
... In the middle Of the tumult and the clamour ...
