Aunt Helen (by: Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965)) Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by servants to the number of four. continue reading
Between The Lines (by: Wilfrid Wilson Gibson) When consciousness came back, he found he lay Between the opposing fires, but could not tell On which hand were his friends; and either way For him to turn was chancy—bullet and shell Whistling and shrieking over him, as the glare Of searchlights scoured the darkness to blind day. continue reading
Bird Bath, The (by: Lisa G. Leming) A tired, old man sat staring off Into the distance, lost in thought Upon a chair, under the sun Next to a birdbath on the lawn... continue reading
Bride, The (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) My love looks like a girl to-night, But she is old. The plaits that lie along her pillow Are not gold... continue reading
Brooding Grief (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) A yellow leaf from the darkness Hops like a frog before me. Why should I start and stand still? continue reading
Brother And Sister (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path, Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky, Draws towards the downward slope: some sorrow hath continue reading
But A Short Time To Live (by: Leslie Coulson) Our little hour,—how swift it flies When poppies flare and lilies smile; How soon the fleeting minute dies, Leaving us but a little while continue reading
