Dowson Poems - Poems about Dowson

...It is like a drunk or addict reaching that 'so called' stopping off point. That point where one can't imagine life with or without the fix. Writing is like that. Obsessive, progressive, addictive.......

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...There … It was dark. England, set down, and stretched out for miles, and days without end Far afield her quondam spirit, But forever sprawling Beneath Discouraging clouds with unbroken tears......

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...I dreamed I saw the grave of Ernest Dowson Bleakly set In some forgotten churchyard corner, Lone and wet. The spectral London fog descended cold on Sentry grass Where seldom any visitors or ......

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...Ernest Dowson was a singer of the saddest, tritest tune, Of the fawning, futile love that poets blame upon the moon, And his lyrics all were painted on the margin of the page, So his water-colored......

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...Ernest Dowson was a singer of the saddest, tritest tune, Of the fawning, futile love that poets blame upon the moon, And his lyrics all were painted on the margin of the page, So his water-colored......

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