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| 5071. | Studio Composition by Joseph Mayo Wristen | | Cup of Words
Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
Words of Lennon mixed
In a clay Klee fish bowl
Like a dog in a manger
Caravan of ... |
| 5072. | The Teacher Speaks to a Crowd in New Jersey by Joseph Mayo Wristen | | The man who walks beside the prophet
visits me in my dreams.
Tells me that they will continue to
give us everything we need
until there is not... |
| 5073. | Kaspar Is Dead by Jean Hans Arp | | alas our good kaspar is dead.
who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will pull
black wool over our eyes day by day.
who will t... |
| 5074. | The Surprise by Ingeborg Bachmann | | As there I left the road in May,
And took my way along a ground,
I found a glade with girls at play,
By leafy boughs close-hemmed around,
And ther... |
| 5075. | A Shropshire Lad by John Betjeman | | The gas was on in the Institute,
The flare was up in the gym,
A man was running a mineral line,
A lass was singing a hymn,
When Captain Webb the D... |
| 5076. | In A Bath Teashop by John Betjeman | | "Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another—
Let us hold hands and look."
She such a very ordinary little woman;
He such a thumping crook... |
| 5077. | Inexpensive Progress by John Betjeman | | Encase your legs in nylons,
Bestride your hills with pylons
O age without a soul;
Away with gentle willows
And all the elmy billows
That through ... |
| 5078. | The Olympic Girl by John Betjeman | | The sort of girl I like to see
Smiles down from her great height at me.
She stands in strong, athletic pose
And wrinkles her retroussй nose.
Is i... |
| 5079. | The Licorice Fields at Pontefract by John Betjeman | | In the licorice fields at Pontefract
My love and I did meet
And many a burdened licorice bush
Was blooming round our feet;
Red hair she had and go... |
| 5080. | The Plantster's Vision by John Betjeman | | Cut down that timber! Bells, too many and strong,
Pouring their music through the branches bare,
From moon-white church towers down the wind... |
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