A Life: Collected Poems |
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... Awake the flight of birds The bats in the eaves The autumn sun in the gold leaves , Put into syllables What the colours mean That in the evening Fall upon a tomb In a forgotten church , The memories of a room Where much unhappiness ...
... Awake the flight of birds The bats in the eaves The autumn sun in the gold leaves , Put into syllables What the colours mean That in the evening Fall upon a tomb In a forgotten church , The memories of a room Where much unhappiness ...
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Autumn is Here Autumn is here and the barracking birds , The leaves lie thick upon the ground , The herded ambulances lie Under the trees , without a sound : Motionless in line they rest , Hooded and shut they wait their day ; The dark ...
Autumn is Here Autumn is here and the barracking birds , The leaves lie thick upon the ground , The herded ambulances lie Under the trees , without a sound : Motionless in line they rest , Hooded and shut they wait their day ; The dark ...
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... the sweet puffs of autumn wind In the hedge , among brambles and bracken and sloes , The dazzle of white light on the sandburrows , The loveliness of autumn , blue sea and dipping birds , Harrow and plough , sweet wind and voices ...
... the sweet puffs of autumn wind In the hedge , among brambles and bracken and sloes , The dazzle of white light on the sandburrows , The loveliness of autumn , blue sea and dipping birds , Harrow and plough , sweet wind and voices ...
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