Jeff Guess

Robert Graves She Tells Her Love She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs...

John Keats To Autumn Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and...

James McAuley Because My father and my mother never quarrelled. They were united in a kind of love As daily as the Sydney Morning Herald,...

Kenneth Slessor Beach Burial El Alamein Softly and humbly to the Gulf of Arabs The convoys of dead sailors come; At night they sway and...

Ern Malley (?) Durer: Innsbruck, 1495 I had often, cowled in the slumbrous heavy air, Closed my inanimate lids to find it real, As I knew...

Charles Wesley And can it be, that I Should Gain And can it be, that I should gain An interest in the Saviour's blood? Died He for me,...

Sylvia Plath A Winter Ship At this wharf there are no grand landings to speak of. Red and orange barges list and blister Shackled to the...

Edna St. Vincent Millay Sonnet viii Say what you will, and scratch my heart to find The roots of last year’s roses in my breast; I am as...

William Carlos Williams This is Just to Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for...

I. The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a...