The Monument (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
In memory of Marjorie Carr Stevens Each day with so much ceremony begins, with birds, with bells, with whistles from ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
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