But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: imagery, loss, love poetry, mythology, W.B. Yeats
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: imagery, loss, love poetry, mythology, W.B. Yeats
Mrs. Carmichael had her fifth, looked at the job with repulsion,
Said to the midwife “Take it away; I’m through with overproduction.”
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: dark humor, Louis MacNeice, rhythm, social commentary
The Coming War 0
“Nations shall go down in slaughter,
Ancient capitals be burned,”
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: dark humor, rhythm, Sam Walter Foss, social commentary, war