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Scott Francis Reginald

Born in August 1, 1899 / Died in January 30, 1985 / Canada / English

Scott Francis Reginald poet from Canada was born on August 1, 1899, had 85 years and died on January 30, 1985. Poems were written in Modern age mainly in English language. Dominant movement is other.

Top ten poems Scott Francis Reginald

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All the Spikes But the Last

... he million other spikes they drove, and the dressed-up act of Donald Smith, who has sung their story ...

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The Bird

... k wing and roseup from the feathered hurt like a black birddarkening the whole sky in the empty land ...

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The Canadian Authors Meet

... authors springingTo paint the native maple, and to planMore ways to set the selfsame welkin ringing ...

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Devoir Molluscule

... round, distinct and hardThese verities that hammer and intrudeUpon the careless fringes of the soul ...

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Hanged by the Neck

... Doctor waitsTo receive his trussed patientAnd to testWithout healingThe pace of his lingering death ...

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Is

... Isis notthe end of Wasor startof Will BeIsisIs. ...

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Last Rites

... n this room,And straight toward me from both sides of timeEndless the known and unknown roadways run ...

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Lest We Forget

... adian nickel, lead, and scrap,Sold to the German, sold to the Jap, With Capital watching the tickers ...

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My Amoeba Is Unaware

... oic ancestor,I aim at its death with all my feeble weapons,knowing I do not know if it still survive ...

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Night Club

... k,While inside we nurse the fading image of somethingOf which the mind too soon even ceases to think ...

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