Poems by Arthur James Marshall Smith
Political Intelligence
... Two soldiers' crutches had sexual intercourse ...
The Archer
... ath now but a waiveHis prior claim and let the barb fly cleanInto the heart of what I know and hate ...
Ballade un peu banale
... er preserv'd Virginity Flutes holy flats and sharpsIn that divine vicinity Where Eliot's hippo harps ...
Chinoiserie
... re within her reach,And like a poet, to the evening starShe sings the willow and the flowering peach ...
Epitaph
... Weep not on this quiet stone,I, embedded hereWhere sturdy roots divide the boneAnd tendrils split a hair,Bespeak you comfort of the grassThat is embodied me,Which as I am, not as I was,Would choose to be. ...
For Healing
... Spread your long armsTo the salt stinging wave:Let its breathless envelopingCleanliness laveArms, breast, shoulders,Sinews and thighsFrom the yellow of love,Her immoderate eyes,The ache of her fingers,The whips of her hair,And the bruise where her mouthMoved here and there. ...
Good Friday
... ie,What answering meed of loveCan this frail flesh returnThat is not all unworthy of The god I mourn ...
Humouresque
... n she married saw her dreamy hairBecome a night-mare, and her red lipsCrack, and white hands coarsen ...
KINDNESS TO ANIMALS
... achWith heavy tread upon the roach,The insect's jellified remainsAfflict the rugs with horrid stains ...
The Lonely Land
... kenand wind-battered branchwhen the windbends the tops of the pinesand curdles the skyfrom the north ...
Resurrection of Arp
... tomb,though the angels had been 'extremely courteous',and death, after all, was only 'another room' ...
Souvenirs du Temps Bien Perdu
... icker, mutely signal Molly's Yes!Blouse and bloomers, blouse and bloomers, and a garter on the floor ...
To Anthea
... When I no more shall feel the sun, Nor taste the salt brine on my lips ...
