Untitled #28 (Nijole Miliauskaite Poems)
I found a golden hairon the snowI picked it upa long longgolden hairleft by an angelhe rested here onceby the ...
I found a golden hairon the snowI picked it upa long longgolden hairleft by an angelhe rested here onceby the ...
Joy was in Israel; for all hoped that, now, A three days' journey in the wilderness Verily should they go, ...
Do I know Polly Brown? Do I know her? Why, damme, You ...
Cuckoo, are you calling me,Or is it a voice of wizardry?In these woodlands I am lost,From glade to glade of ...
By jove it's hot on the track today, my flannel is soaked with sweat.I think I'll sit in the shade ...
I Brag, sweet tenor bull, descant on Rawthey's madrigal, each pebble its part for the fells' late spring. Dance tiptoe, ...
Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved;Cold, yet had heat within me that was proofAgainst the North wind; tired, ...
I love a storm in early MayWhen springtime's boisterous, firstborn thunderOver the sky will gaily wanderAnd growl and roar as ...
A larger Argo ploughs our clearer blue!Your Zephyr won no such auroral brideAs her I woo! The South is whence ...
Drunk, I kissed the moon where it stretched on the floor. I'd removed happiness from a green bottle, both sipped ...
i i shall die yearning a hand reaching out to a face that isn't there a face seeking a hand ...
(* In the original, Schwager, which has the twofold meaning of brother-in-law and postilion.) HASTEN thee, ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Little hands holding mine skipping to school. All three of us Matching strides, and the all-important swinging of the arms ...
I watch the man bend over his patch, a fat gunny sack at his feet. He combs the earth with ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
The night's drifts Pile up below me and behind my back, Slide down the hill, rise again, and build Eerie ...
DOWNHILL I came, hungry, and yet not starved, Cold, yet had heat within me that was proof Against the north ...
Three jolly Farmers Once bet a pound Each dance the others would Off the ground. Out of their coats They ...
Diplomacy is the art of letting someone else get your way. Life is not no much a matter of position ...
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