Tag Archives: Poems

Here’s a health to every sportsman, be he stableman or …

Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are …

Phew! ‘T’is a stuffy and stupid place, This social edifice …

They say that poison-sprinkled flowers Are sweeter in perfume Than …

All day she plays at chess with the bones of …

“He asked life of thee, and thou gavest him a …

They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound …

Haunched like a faun, he hooed From grove of moon-glint …

A Basket of Flowers from Dawn to Dusk Dawn On …

Me let the world disparage and despise — As one …

Outside in the street I hear A car door slam; …

O time, great Healer! canst thou still The crying hearts …