Poems
16.03.2010 / 10.06 am
 
by Thomas William Heney
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WHAT cares the rose if the buds which are its pride
Be plucked for the breast of the dead or the hands of a bride?

The mother-drift if its pebbles be dull inglorious things,
Or diamonds fit to shine from the diadems of kings?

Sing, O poet, the moods of thy moments each
Perfect to thee whatever the meaning it reach.

Let the years find if it be as a soulless stone,
Or under the words which hide there be a glory alone.



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Absence

Ah, happy air that, rough or soft,
   May kiss that face and stay;
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A Riverina Road

Now while so many turn with love and longing
   To wan lands lying in the grey North Sea,
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The Boundary Rider

THE BRIDLE reins hang loose in the hold of his lean left hand;
As the tether gives, the horse bends browsing down to the sand,
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Dylan ThomasDylan Thomas (14)
(1914 - 1953)
Welsh poet and prose writer whose work is known for its comic exuberance, rhapsodic lilt, and pathos.
Banjo PatersonBanjo Paterson (23)
(1864 - 1941)
Was a famous Australian bush poet, journalist and author. He wrote many ballads and poems about Australian life, focusing particularly on the rural and outback areas.
FW HarveyFW Harvey (2)
(1888 - 1957)
Was an English poet, known for poems composed in prisoner-of-war camps at Krefeld and Gütersloh that were sent back to England, during World War I.
John DavidsonJohn Davidson (6)
(1857 - 1909)
Scottish poet and playwright, best known for his ballads.

Sleepless

If I could have your arms tonight-
But half the world and the broken sea
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The Dilettante And The Critic

A boy a pigeon once possess'd,
In gay and brilliant plumage dress'd;
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With Deaths' Prophetic Ear

Lay my rifle here beside me, set my Bible on my breast,
For a moment let the warning bugles cease;
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Nocturne Iii

One night
one night all full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings;
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The Grammarians Funeral

Eight Parts of Speech this Day wear Mourning Gowns
Declin'd Verbs, Pronouns, Participles, Nouns.
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