Harold Edward Monro Head Poems

• 1. Week-end
  I
  
  The train! The twelve o'clock for paradise.
  Hurry, or it will try to creep away.
  ...
• 2. Solitude
  When you have tidied all things for the night,
  And while your thoughts are fading to their sleep,
  You'll pause a moment in the late firelight,
  Too sorrowful to weep.
  ...
• 3. Dog
  You little friend, your nose is ready; you sniff,
  Asking for that expected walk,
  (Your nostrils full of the happy rabbit-whiff)
  And almost talk.
  ...
• 4. Every Thing
  Since man has been articulate,
  Mechanical, improvidently wise,
  (Servant of Fate),
  He has not understood the little cries
  ...
• 5. Man Carrying Bale
  The tough hand closes gently on the load;
  Out of the mind, a voice
  Calls 'Lift!' and the arms, remembering well their work,
  Lengthen and pause for help.
  ...
• 6. Real Property
  'Tell me about that harvest field.'
  Oh! Fifty acres of living bread.
  The colour has painted itself in my heart;
  The form is patterned in my head.
  ...

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