Poetry by E. Antony Gray: “The Death Song of Brother Jonathan”
Perish, shining republic — taller than the sky; You are a white-washed tomb, In you dead men lie; You had ate the world from your…
Perish, shining republic — taller than the sky; You are a white-washed tomb, In you dead men lie; You had ate the world from your…
Tongue-in-cheek, the writers speak of what thing might befall them A serious joke, the tone is weak As if it might forestall them; Such is…
A chariot without a charioteer ¶A car without a driver Of this contest we must fear ¶And who then is survivor –? Anarchy and a…
The sound of a clamor came calling I heard it a distance away Wondered what folly befalling Of perhaps what row or which fray; To…
Everything in time prolongs It must heed its inward law To such all that is belongs And in this it has no flaw; Dark rose…