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The Diaspora

How he survived them they could never understand: Had they not beggared him themselves to prove They could not live without their dogmas or their land? No worlds they drove him from were ever big enough:   How could it…

Precious Five

Be happy, precious five, So long as I’m alive Nor try to ask me what You should be happy for; Think, if it helps, of love Or alcohol or gold, But do as you are told. I could (which you…

Leap Before You Look

The sense of danger must not disappear: The way is certainly both short and steep, However gradual it looks from here; Look if you like, but you will have to leap. Tough-minded men get mushy in their sleep And break…

For the Time Being

Well, so that is that. Now we must dismantle the tree, Putting the decorations back into their cardboard boxes — Some have got broken — and carrying them up to the attic. The holly and the mistletoe must be taken…

The Love Feast

In an upper room at midnight See us gathered on behalf Of love according to the gospel Of the radio-phonograph. Lou is telling Anne what Molly Said to Mark behind her back; Jack likes Jill who worships George Who has…

Twelve Songs

I. Song of the Beggars “O for doors to be open and an invite with gilded edges To dine with Lord Lobcock and Count Asthma on the platinum benches With somersaults and fireworks, the roast and the smacking kisses” Cried…

One Evening

As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: ‘Love has no…

Lay Your Sleeping Head, My Love

Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in my arms till break of day Let the living creature…

The Wind

[TENOR] Were I the wind, I’d blow no more on such a wicked, miserable world. I’d crawl somewhere to a cave, and slink there [CHOIR] Evil is unspectacular and always human And shares our bread and eats at our own…

You were a great Cunarder, I

You were a great Cunarder, I Was only a fishing smack. Once you passed across my bows And of course you did not look back. It was only a single moment yet I watch the sea and sigh, Because my…