Poems by Frederic Manning
Grotesque
... And we, Sitting with streaming eyes in the acrid smoke, ...
Kore
... Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves, ...
The Sign
... Until my soul reaches out myriad and infinite hands &emsp ...
Leaves
... Loosening our shells that stream whining and whimpering precipitately, ...
The Trenches
... With the lust of a mans first strength: ere they were rent, &emsp ...
At Even
... Tears shall be in the place of laughter, &emsp ...
