Monthly Archives: July 2018

Green And Gold – Nomad Omnia

Nothing gold can stay’ You said…’but why? ‘ ‘It’s nature’s way’ (My weak reply) . Gold yields to green For green lives long Yet burns to gold At Autumn’s song Advertisements

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Green – David Herbert Lawrence

The dawn was apple-green, The sky was green wine held up in the sun, The moon was a golden petal between. She opened her eyes, and green They shone, clear like flowers undone, For the first time, now for the … Continue reading

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The Green Bowl – Amy Lowell

This little bowl is like a mossy pool In a Spring wood, where dogtooth violets grow Nodding in chequered sunshine of the trees; A quiet place, still, with the sound of birds, Where, though unseen, is heard the endless song … Continue reading

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Sexual Soup – Erica Jong

A man so sick that the sexual soup cannot save him – the chicken soup of sex which cures everything: tossed mane of noodles, bits of pale white meat. the globules of yellow fat like love… But he is a … Continue reading

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Milkmaid – Laurie Lee

The girl’s far treble, muted to the heat, calls like a fainting bird across the fields to where her flock lies panting for her voice, their black horns buried deep in marigolds. They climb awake, like drowsy butterflies, and press … Continue reading

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Apples – Laurie Lee

Behold the apples’ rounded worlds: juice-green of July rain, the black polestar of flowers, the rind mapped with its crimson stain. The russet, crab and cottage red burn to the sun’s hot brass, then drop like sweat from every branch … Continue reading

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Town Owl – Laurie Lee

On eves of cold, when slow coal fires, rooted in basements, burn and branch, brushing with smoke the city air; When quartered moons pale in the sky, and neons glow along the dark like deadly nightshade on a briar; Above … Continue reading

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