Enquiring Minds
Random Poetry

Random Poetry

Probably mostly once-off authors, possibly without a body of work I like, or just ones that don’t have enough that strike me to make a whole page worth it.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
George Gordon, Lord Byron - The Destruction of Sennacherib


Each thing I do, I rush through so I can do something else.
In such a way do the days pass---a blend of stock car racing and the never ending building of a gothic cathedral.
Through the windows of my speeding car I see all that I love falling away:
books unread, jokes untold, landscapes unvisited...
Stephen Dobyns - Pursuit