For all the history of grief An empty doorway and a maple leaf. For…
by Dev
The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are…
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless…
The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From…
The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples, The wheel of a…
The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large…
But remember, please, the Law by which we live, We are not built…
I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that…
I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of…
Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair?…
