The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung In the Western sky: and the tireless tongue
By Raj Karki3 years ago in Poets
The bird flies home to its young; The flower folds its leaves about an opening bud; And in my neighbour's house there is the cry of a child.
Last night they came across the river and Entered the city. Women were awake With lights and food. They entertained the band,
Who told my mother of my shame, Who told my father of my dear? Oh who but Maude, my sister Maude, Who lurked to spy and peer.
See the sleeping of the student, I think he's angry at the prudent. He finds it hard to see the camel, Overshadowed by the caring tooth enamel.
Predominant passion, however hard they try, Will always be sensual. Physical, perfect, predominant passion. Down, down, down into the darkness of the predominant passion,
A white star born in the evening glow Looked to the round green world below, And saw a pool in a wooded place That held like a jewel her mirrored face.
My darling, I have much to say Where o precious one shall I begin ? All that is in you is princely O you who makes of my words through their meaning
The eldest son bestrides him, And the pretty daughter rides him, And I meet him oft o' mornings on the Course; And there kindles in my bosom
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs, Or else forget the purpose of the night,
Sounds of rural life and labour! Not the notes of pipe and tabour, Not the clash of helm and sabre Bright'ning up the field of glory,
The dish that's really crust, Above all others are the pizza. Do pizza make you shiver? do they? All that is fat is not cheese,