Tiger – Alec Derwent Hope

At noon thepaper tigers roar — Miroslav Holub The paper tigers roar at noon; The sun is hot, the sun is high. They roar in…

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The School of Night – Alec Derwent Hope

What did I study in your School of Night? When your mouth’s first unfathomable yes Opened your body to be my book, I read My…

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The Return of Persephone – Alec Derwent Hope

Gliding through the still air, he made no sound; Wing-shod and deft, dropped almost at her feet, And searched the ghostly regiments and found The…

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The Pleasure of Princes – Alec Derwent Hope

What pleasures have great princes? These: to know Themselves reputed mad with pride or power; To speak few words — few words and short bring…

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The Gateway – Alec Derwent Hope

Now the heart sings with all its thousand voices To hear this city of cells, my body, sing. The tree through the stiff clay at…

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The Commination – Alec Derwent Hope

He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last Things, I meditate the ruin…

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Standardization – Alec Derwent Hope

When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page Of fatuous, flatulent, Sunday-paper prose;…

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Phallus – Alec Derwent Hope

This was the gods’ god, The leashed divinity, Divine divining rod And Me within the me. By mindlight tower and tree Its shadow on the…

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Parabola – Alec Derwent Hope

Year after year the princess lies asleep Until the hundred years foretold are done, Easily drawing her enchanted breath. Caught on the monstrous thorns around…

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Observation Car – Alec Derwent Hope

To be put on the train and kissed and given my ticket, Then the station slid backward, the shops and the neon lighting, Reeling off…

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Morning Coffee – Alec Derwent Hope

Reading the menu at the morning service: – Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum – Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, nervous, Glances around – Will…

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Meditation on a Bone – Alec Derwent Hope

A piece of bone, found at Trondhjem in 1901, with the following runic inscription (about A.D. 1050) cut on it: I loved her as a…

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Easter Hymn – Alec Derwent Hope

Make no mistake; there will be no forgiveness; No voice can harm you and no hand will save; Fenced by the magic of deliberate darkness…

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Death of the Bird – Alec Derwent Hope

For every bird there is this last migration; Once more the cooling year kindles her heart; With a warm passage to the summer station Love…

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Crossing the Frontier – Alec Derwent Hope

Crossing the frontier they were stopped in time, Told, quite politely, they would have to wait: Passports in order, nothing to declare And surely holding…

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Conquistador – Alec Derwent Hope

I sing of the decline of Henry Clay Who loved a white girl of uncommon size. Although a small man in a little way, He…

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Commination – Alec Derwent Hope

He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last Things, I meditate the ruin…

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Australia – Alec Derwent Hope

A Nation of trees, drab green and desolate grey In the field uniform of modern wars, Darkens her hills, those endless, outstretched paws Of Sphinx…

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