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A Few Rules for Beginners by Katherine Mansfield

Babies must not eat the coal And they must not make grimaces, Nor in party dresses roll And must never black their faces. They must learn that pointing’s rude, They must sit quite still at table, And must always eat … Continue reading

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Gone, Gone Again by Edward Thomas

Gone, gone again, May, June, July, And August gone, Again gone by, Not memorable Save that I saw them go, As past the empty quays The rivers flow. And now again, In the harvest rain, The Blenheim oranges Fall grubby … Continue reading

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The Emperor of Ice-Cream by Wallace Stevens

Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the wenches dawdle in such dress As they are used to wear, and let the boys Bring flowers in last month’s … Continue reading

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Come sit down beside me by Michael Leunig

Come sit down beside me, I said to myself. And although it doesn’t make sense, I held my own hand as a small sign of trust And together I sat on the fence. Michael Leunig leunig.com.au

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King Of Carrion by Ted Hughes

His palace is of skulls. His crown is the last splinters Of the vessel of life. His throne is the scaffold of bones, the hanged thing’s Rack and final stretcher. His robe is the black of the last blood. His … Continue reading

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The Poet’s Corner by Laura Riding Jackson

Here where the end of bone is no end of song And the earth is bedecked with immortality In what was poetry And now is pride beside And nationality, Here is a battle with no bravery But if the coward’s … Continue reading

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Yes and No by Laura Riding Jackson

Across a continent imaginary Because it cannot be discovered now Upon this fully apprehended planet– No more applicants considered, Alas, alas– Ran an animal unzoological, Without a fate, without a fact, Its private history intact Against the travesty Of an … Continue reading

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