Category Archives: Poetry

The Coming War Comments Off

"Nations shall go down in slaughter,
Ancient capitals be burned,"

The Song of Wandering Aengus Comments Off

But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:

Bagpipe Music Comments Off

Mrs. Carmichael had her fifth, looked at the job with repulsion,
Said to the midwife "Take it away; I'm through with overproduction."

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