The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores I always had this certain ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
Across the floor flits the mechanical toy, fit for a king of several centuries back. A little circus horse with ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
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