Jeff Guess

Kate Llewellyn The Aunts All my aunts are dying their bones in the tissue paper parcels of their hands pleat the past into the ages of...

The Dead Swagman His rusted billy left beside the tree; Under a root, most carefully tucked away, His steel-rimmed glasses folded in...

Seamus Heaney The Forge All I know is a door into the dark, Outside, old axles and iron hoops rusting; Inside, the hammered anvil’s...

Robert Frost Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not...

Strawberries There were never strawberries like the ones we had that sultry afternoon sitting on the step of the open French window...

Judith Wright The Old Prison The rows of cells are unroofed, a flute for the wind's mouth, who comes with a breath of ice from the blue...

Gerard Manley Hopkins Spring and Fall to a young child Márgarét, áre you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves like the things of...

Songs my Grandmother Sang Sing a Song of Sixpence Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a...

A.E. Housman On Wenlock Edge the Wood's in Trouble from A Shropshire Lad. 31 On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; His forest fleece the...

Original Sin The man-brained and man-handed ground-ape, physically The most repulsive of all hot-blooded animals Up to that time of the...