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© Dimitris P. Kraniotis
A roar of cars
seals the dawn
with short-cut answers,
with unyielding denials
Dirge OF Nelson
© William Lisle Bowles
Toll Nelson's knell! a soul more brave
Ne'er triumphed on the green-sea wave!
Sad o'er the hero's honoured grave,
Toll Nelson's knell!
One-word garments
© Dimitris P. Kraniotis
Waves of circumflexes
storms of adverbs,
windmills of verbs,
shells of signs of ellipsis,
Wires
© Philip Larkin
The widest prairies have electric fences,
For though old cattle know they must not stray
Young steers are always scenting purer water
Not here but anywhere. Beyond the wires
The donts and zeros
© Dimitris P. Kraniotis
The night
that strangled
the endless moments
I had wished
Rules and visions
© Dimitris P. Kraniotis
Life counts
the rules;
the sunset, their exceptions.
Rain drinks up
The Stranger
© John Clare
When trouble haunts me, need I sigh?
No, rather smile away despair;
For those have been more sad than I,
With burthens more than I could bear;
Aye, gone rejoicing under care
Where I had sunk in black despair.
The end
© Dimitris P. Kraniotis
The savour of fruits
still remains
in my mouth,
but the bitterness of words
The Enthusiast, or the Lover of Nature
© Joseph Warton
Ye green-rob'd Dryads, oft' at dusky Eve
By wondering Shepherds seen, to Forests brown,
Illusions
© Dimitris P. Kraniotis
Noiseless wrinkles
on our forehead
the frontiers of history,
shed oblique glances
Sutherlands Grave
© Henry Kendall
ALL NIGHT long the sea out yonderall night long the wailful sea,
Vext of winds and many thunders, seeketh rest unceasingly!
Ideals
© Dimitris P. Kraniotis
Snow-covered mountains,
ancient monuments,
a north wind that nods to us,
a thought that flows,
Crow And Auden
© John Lindley
Hmm, Auden thought when first he saw
the bird, as train came to a stop,
Ill make this image mine before
some Yorkshire upstart snaps it up.
The Brewing Of Soma
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The fagots blazed, the caldron's smoke
Up through the green wood curled;
"Bring honey from the hollow oak,
Bring milky sap," the brewers spoke,
In the childhood of the world.
Scarecrow Crimes
© John Lindley
In Hayfield I imagine
not just the nuts and bolts of split cockpits
but a Spitfires sunk fuselage
To A Star
© Frances Anne Kemble
Thou little star, that in the purple clouds
Hang'st, like a dewdrop, in a violet bed;
Grandad And A Pramload Of Clocks
© John Lindley
Wheeling them in,
the yard gate at half-mast
with its ticking hinge,
the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs,