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She
was a queen of the old Levant,
Of
a country, lost in shame,
Each
page, blood-drenched of its history
Was
burnt, to bury its name,..
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I
was twenty-three when I saw her first,
Without
a word of a lie,
She
had wandered into the woods by me
With
a basket, held on high,
..
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Marcus
Julius rose at dawn,
Splashed
water on his face,
He’d
spent the night at the Lupanare
With
a pretty girl from Thrace,
..
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The
winter fogs roll in from the Thames
While
frost forms up on the eaves,
The
damp will settle in aching bones,
While
the tr..
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He’d
worked at the pit since he was ten,
Was
quite at home in the dark,
Worked
by the light of a miner’s lamp
Avoided
the..
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She’d
bought the old McWilliams place
In
the Valley of Compère,
After
McWilliams hanged himself
In
an orgy of despair,
..
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The
History Reconstruction Arm
Of
the Ministry of Offence,
Had
called me in for a meeting
With
the Chiefs of Recompense,
They
sai..
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You
woke me, crying out in your sleep
That
a part of you had died,
I
could hear the birds by the window seat
As
they woke and chatter..
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Most
of the country is hushed out there
As
the Moon climbs over the hill,
The
creatures out in the wild beware
And
the air is breathl..
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Two
old spinsters
Sitting
in the barn,
One
used candlewick
The
other used yarn,
One
wore a bonnet
With
a white lace trim,
..
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