Ours was a friendship in secret, m… Stolen from fate. I must be secret still, show mysel… Early and late. ‘Isn’t it sad he was killed!' I m…

This evening I’m alone. I wish there’d be Someone to come along And talk to me. Yet out of all my friends

Pat wasn’t Pat last night at all. He was the rain, The Spring, Young Dionysus, white and warm, Lilac and everything.

They have a few little hours To study the world’€” Its lovely absence of clouds, Or the thunderbolts hurled By hidden powers’€”

‘I want a parlourmaid.’ ‘Well, let me see If you were God, what kind of mai… ‘She would be tall, She would be fair,

He has a fairy wife. He does not know her. She is the heart of the storm, Of the clouds that lower. And as the clouds are torn

Emmie, Emmie Adams, With her insolent air, Tied a little bit of rag In her yellow hair. When Lena, wondering,

All through the day at my machine There still keeps going A strange little tune through hear… As I sit sewing: ‘There is a child in Hungary,

Through the swift night I go to my love. Tram bells are joy bells, Bidding us move On a golden path

When Gertie came in To work today She was much less weary And far more gay. We asked her the reason

I read a statement in a newspaper That Twentyman, the manufacturer, Found it was cheaper to deliver go… By horse and lorry than by motor-t… Or motor-van. So he had sold his…

My friend declares Being woman and virgin she Takes small account of periodicity And she is right. Her days are calmly spent

My Man Says I weigh about four ounces, Says I must have hollow legs.

You who are dead, Do you know They’ve dug up half the irises That used to grow Here in the quadrangle a year ago?