Paisaje (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
El campo de olivos se abre y se cierra como un abanico. Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y ...
El campo de olivos se abre y se cierra como un abanico. Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y ...
1 Alta va la luna. Bajo corre el viento. (Mis largas miradas, exploran el cielo.) Luna sobre el agua, Luna ...
Y que yo me la llev? al r?o creyendo que era mozuela, pero ten?a marido. Fue la noche de Santiago ...
La luna vino a la fragua con su polis?n de nardos. El ni?o la mira mira. El ni?o la est? ...
DIvine Thalia strike th'Harmonious Lute, But with a Stroke so Gentle as may sute The silent gliding of the Howers, ...
ARise my Dove, from mid'st of Pots arise, Thy sully'd Habitation leave, To Dust no longer cleave, Unworthy they of ...
NOt that thy Fair Hand Should lead me from my deep Dispaire, Or thy Love, Cloris, End my Care, And ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
THe Darling of a Father Good and Wise, The Vertue, which a Vertuous Age did prize; The Beauty Excellent even ...
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene, And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie; The apple rodded from ...
'Leeds welcomes you' in flowers Garlanding the white stuccoed tower Of City Station: red on green As poetry's demon seizes ...
for Ken Kesey and his merry pranksters in a bus called 'Further...' Dear _______ and here's where the problem begins ...
Any poets about or bored muses fancying a day out? Rainy, windy, cold Leeds City Station Half-way through its slow ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Meerly for man's death to mourne Were to repine that man was borne. When weake old age doth fall asleepe ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
If I could ever write a lasting verse, It should be laid, deare Sainte, upon thy herse. But Sorrow is ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
I O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadst ...
XIII To Mr. H. Lawes, on his Aires. Harry whose tuneful and well measur'd Song First taught our English Musick ...
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