Jeff Guess

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...

Bare Almond-Trees   Wet almond-trees, in the rain, Like iron sticking grimly out of earth; Black almond trunks, in the rain, Like iron...

Weathers   This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; And the...

Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802   Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass...