Jeff Guess

Edward Lear started painting for a living in his teens and his first serious work was a beautiful set of parrots in London Zoo. If you...

At the restaurant, Seamus immediately ordered a bottle of Muscadet, and swallowing his first mouthful, he said that it was his eleventh...

When I came home you were gone – lilacs we sowed, in another garde n. Lily pond twilight breaks old silence – a frog jumps into its new...

from Come into the garden Maud   Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here...

“There Are Delicacies” Earle Birney   there are delicacies in you like the hearts of watches there are wheels that turn on the tips of...

Not Waving but Drowning   Nobody heard him, the dead man,   But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought   And not...

Futility   Move him into the sun— Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields half-sown. Always it woke him, even in...

All Day It Has Rained       All day it has rained, and we on the edge of the moors       Have sprawled in our bell-tents, moody and dull...

A Shropshire Lad 35: On the idle hill of summer   By A. E. Housman On the idle hill of summer,       Sleepy with the flow of streams, Far...

Miroslav Holub Miroslav Holub (1923 – 1998) was a Czech poet and immunologist. Holub's work was heavily influenced by his experiences as...