Favorite poems

Selected and annotated by Frank Beck

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Showing posts with label British poetry. Show all posts

"Into my heart an air that kills"

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Into my heart an air that kills   From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills,   What spires, what farms are those? ...
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"No one so much as you"

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Edward Thomas in 1911 No one so much as you loves this my clay, or would lament as you its dying day. You know me through an...

"The Voice"

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Thomas Hardy in 1914 (Photo by E.O. Hoppe) Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you w...
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"A slice of wedding cake"

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Why have such scores of lovely, gifted girls    Married impossible men? Simple self-sacrifice may be ruled out,    And missionary...
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I am a New York-based writer and translator. I review poetry for The Manhattan Review and write about music for The Elgar Society Journal. With Raleigh Whitinger, I translated Lou Andreas-Salomé's novel 'Das Haus' ('Anneliese's House' from Boydell & Brewer).
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