The triumph of hellenism It was a busy year for death She crept about the palace And we had poor defence And she had little malice A gentle touch but hear A sad and curt embrace A wooden kiss enough To put them in their place And where my father went Is not now common knowledge The inventory was lent To some old Cambridge college. I had little...Learn More

The break in the line The break in the line was a funny old fella His will was away when the love came to town and in burying himself in the damp trodden terra His thumb wasn't up and his hope was tied down His formation of words was a formless as none His buns were half baked And not hot, and not crust The will to awake, his undoing undone As his...Learn More