End of the Century, 1984
Death Synthetic winds have blown awayMaterial dust, but this one roomRebukes the constant violet rayAnd dustless sheds a dusty gloom.Wrecked on the outmoded pastLie North and Hillard, Virgil, Horace,Shakespeare’s bones…
Death Synthetic winds have blown awayMaterial dust, but this one roomRebukes the constant violet rayAnd dustless sheds a dusty gloom.Wrecked on the outmoded pastLie North and Hillard, Virgil, Horace,Shakespeare’s bones…
…. but i would pay taxbecause i believe that hospitals and educationand the arts should be publicly fundedeven this poemwhen i look at you, my eyes are two identical neighborhood…
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By Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our…
The Pharmaceutical Journal asked pharmacists on Twitter to get creative and compose a haiku for National Poetry Day on the 4 October using the hashtag #pharmacyhaiku — here are some of our favourites.…
Lillian Yvonne Bertram meditates on conflicted romantic feelings during a summer spent in Maine. {listen}