When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, Louis MacNeice, repetend, war
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, Louis MacNeice, repetend, war
The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: ballade, dark humor, death, G.K. Chesterton, repetend, suicide
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more.”
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Edgar Allen Poe, loss, repetend, unsettling