Tag: English Poems
Tiger: Alec Derwent Hope At noon thepaper tigers roar — Miroslav Holub The paper tigers roar at noon; The sun is hot, the sun is high. They roar in …
Death of the Bird: Alec Derwent Hope For every bird there is this last migration; Once more the cooling year kindles her heart; With a warm passage to the …
The Pleasure of Princes: Alec Derwent Hope What pleasures have great princes? These: to know Themselves reputed mad with pride or power; To speak few words — few words …
Phallus: Alec Derwent Hope This was the gods’ god, The leashed divinity, Divine divining rod And Me within the me. By mindlight tower and tree Its shadow on the …
Conquistador: Alec Derwent Hope I sing of the decline of Henry Clay Who loved a white girl of uncommon size. Although a small man in a little way, He …
The School of Night: Alec Derwent Hope What did I study in your School of Night? When your mouth’s first unfathomable yes Opened your body to be my …
Crossing the Frontier: Alec Derwent Hope Crossing the frontier they were stopped in time, Told, quite politely, they would have to wait: Passports in order, nothing to declare And …
The Return of Persephone: Alec Derwent Hope Gliding through the still air, he made no sound; Wing-shod and deft, dropped almost at her feet, And searched the ghostly regiments …
Easter Hymn: Alec Derwent Hope Make no mistake; there will be no forgiveness; No voice can harm you and no hand will save; Fenced by the magic of deliberate …
Morning Coffee: Alec Derwent Hope Reading the menu at the morning service: – Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum – Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, nervous, Glances around – …
