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Stones from Ashbourn Churchyard

© Reibetanz John

Jesse Quantrill, MillerThe toll taken, the grist drest:Here the bran, the flour with Christ.

Iris Holden, District Nurse

© Reibetanz John

`Love's mysteries in souls do grow,But yet the body is his book.'

A Chest of Angels

© Reibetanz John

'I have always felt that desolation,that hell itself, is most powerfully expressedin an uninhabited natural landscapeat its bleakest.' - Anthony Hecht

Zudora

© Conrad Aiken

Here on the pale beach, in the darkness;
With the full moon just to rise;
They sit alone, and look over the sea,
Or into each other's eyes. . .

To a Lady with an Unruly and Ill-mannered Dog Who Bit several Persons of Importance

© Raleigh Walter Alexander

Your dog is not a dog of grace;He does not wag the tail or beg;He bit Miss Dickson in the face;He bit a Bailie in the leg.

Stans Puer ad Mensam

© Raleigh Walter Alexander

Attend my words, my gentle knave, And you shall learn from meHow boys at dinner may behave With due propriety.

Song of Myself

© Raleigh Walter Alexander

I was a Poet!But I did not know it,Neither did my Mother,Nor my Sister nor my Brother

Our great work, the Otia Merseiana,Edited by learned Mister Sampson,And supported by Professor Woodward,Is financed by numerous Bogus MeetingsHastily convened by Kuno MeyerTo impose upon the Man of Business

My Last Will

© Raleigh Walter Alexander

When I am safely laid away,Out of work and out of play,Sheltered by the kindly groundFrom the world of sight and sound,One or two of those I leaveWill remember me and grieve,Thinking how I made them gayBy the things I used to say;-- But the crown of their distressWill be my untidiness

A Literature Lesson. Sir Patrick Spens In the Eighteenth Century Manner

© Raleigh Walter Alexander

VERSE IA prosperous port contiguous to the strand,A monarch feasted in right royal state;But care still dogs the pleasures of the Great,And well his faithful servants could surmiseFrom his distracted looks and broken sighsThat though the purple bowl was circling free,His mind was prey to black perplexity

The Nymph's Reply

© Ralegh Sir Walter

If all the world and love were young,And truth in every shepherd's tongue,These pretty pleasures might me moveTo live with thee and be thy love.

As You Came from the Holy Land (attributed)

As you came from the holy land Of Walsingham,Met you not with my true love By the way as you came?

Blue

© Chris Abani

Africans in the hold fold themselves
to make room for hope. In the afternoon’s
ferocity, tar, grouting the planks like the glue
of family, melts to the run of a child’s licorice stick.

The Iliad, Book XII

Furious he spoke, and rushing to the wall,Calls on his host; his host obey the call;With ardour follow where their leader flies:Redoubling clamours thunder in the skies