Poetry Me Heart (a poem by GKC) 1 May 20171 May 2017 I come from Castlepatrick, and me heart is on me sleeve, And any sword or pistol boy can hit it with me leave, It shines there for an epaulette, as…
Poetry Who Goes Home? 1 Mar 2017 In the city set upon slime and loam They cry in their parliament "Who goes home?" And there comes no answer in arch or dome, For none in the city…
Poetry A Ballade Of An Anti-Puritan 18 Feb 2017 They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, Or ran about the room and roared; I might have…
The Omnibus The Poet and the Cheese 28 Mar 20161 Apr 2016 There is something creepy in the flat Eastern Counties; a brush of the white feather. There is a stillness, which is rather of the mind than of the bodily senses.…
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