Poems by Vernon Scannell
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Wife Killer
... And asked what he wanted to eat, But said nothing about the murder--- ...
Tightrope Walker
... now tonight It flogs our credence as high and white ...
Killing Flies
... And stalked my quick tormentors round ...
The Telephone Number
... Nor throaty message creamed with sensual greed- ...
Epithets of WarI: August 1914
... And far from the beach, inland, lace curtains stirred, ...
My Three Hoboes
... I always pay ...
The Old Books
... You should have seen them, my day book, and sales ledger: ...
An Old Lament Renewed
... Of my friend, Gordon Rennie, whose courage would toughen ...
My Pen Has Ink Enough
... These blurred attempts when Shakespeare, Donne and Blake ...
The Great War
... I find The war that was called Great invades the mind: ...
Formal Problem
... The essence of these greens, the grass, the trees, ...
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