Chomei At Toyama (Basil Bunting Poems)
(Kamo-no-Chomei, born at Kamo 1154, died at Toyama on Mount Hino, 24th June 1216) Swirl sleeping in the waterfall! On ...
(Kamo-no-Chomei, born at Kamo 1154, died at Toyama on Mount Hino, 24th June 1216) Swirl sleeping in the waterfall! On ...
Our baker, Mr Brackenby, toiler in the night,Was a lean, tall, glum man whose face was very white;A brooding man ...
Saaz Ya Keena Saaz Kya Jany'Naz walay Niyaz kiya Jany'Kab kisi Dar Pa Juba Sai KeeShakh Sahib Namaz Kya Janay'Shama ...
IS IT so sudden? Then did you believe, dear,Those evenings I called at your flatAnd lovingly, longingly gazed in your ...
An upper chamber in a darkened house, Where, ere his footsteps reached ripe manhood's brink, Terror and anguish were his ...
Many have loved you with lips and fingersAnd lain with you till the moon went out;Many have brought you lover's ...
Farsi Couplet:Ba khak darat rau ast maara,Gar surmah bechashm dar neaayad.English Translation:The dust of your doorstep is just the right ...
that's no doorstep.its a pillar on the side.yesthats what it is.(Arun Kolatkar)
however foul the times or difficult the ways are through those personal morasses this change of age won't let a ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
"Bright with sunny periods some cloud, occasional showers" says the local TV forecast. It has been persistently precipitating for more ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, It was night, trees were crowding On all sides ...
When I step off that doorstep, still in need of the paint with which I intend to lick it, and ...
Oh, love, why do we argue like this? I am tired of all your pious talk. Also, I am tired ...
If I could blame it all on the weather, the snow like the cadaver's table, the trees turned into knitting ...
At last the air fragrant, the bird's bubbling whistle Succinct in the unknown unsettled trees: O little Charles, beside the ...
Something spreading underground won't speak to us under skin won't declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods ...
You come in late, wiping your lips. What did I leave untouched on the doorstep--- White Nike, Streaming between my ...
How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping? Love has run and left me, oh, what then? Dream, then, ...
Now this is the story of Olaf Who ages and ages ago Lived right on the top of a mountain, ...
A man risked his life to write the words. A man hung upside down (an idiot friend holding his legs?) ...
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