Personal Choice 95
Walking Away It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day – A sunny day with leaves just turning, The touch-lines new-ruled – since I...
Personal Choice 94
The Rainwalkers An old man whose black face shines golden-brown as wet pebbles under the streetlamp, is walking two mongrel dogs of...
Personal Choice 93
Who’s Who A shilling life will give you all the facts: How Father beat him, how he ran away, What were the struggles of his youth, what...
Personal Choice 92
Tintern Abbey Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798 (Lines...
Personal Choice 91
(From) The Dead - The Dubliners A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched...
Personal Choice 90
Song at the Beginning of Autumn Now watch this autumn that arrives In smells, all looks like summer still; Colours are quite unchanged,...
Personal Choice 89
Robin Adair What's this dull town to me? Robin's not near: What was't I wish'd to see? What wish'd to hear? Where's all the joy and...
Personal Choice 88
Daybreak: the household slept. I rose, blessed by the sun. A horny fiend, I crept out with my father's gun. Let him dream of a child...
Personal Choice 87
The End of the Weekend A dying firelight slides along the quirt Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans Against my father's books. The...
Personal Choice 86
Slips The studied poverty of a moon roof, The earthenware of dairies cooled by apple trees, The apple tree that makes the whitest wash ....
