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 ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
Inheritance. I wasn't raised to call myself Black, Indian, Chinese-- "You're human," said my parents. That was all. By the ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
cry your dreams child, cry silent your screams as still again, those masters of war face our souls and try ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Neruda's Hat On a day when weather stole every breeze, Pablo told her he kept bits of his poems tucked ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
These little Songs, Found here and there, Floating in air By forest and lea, Or hill-side heather, In houses and ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
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 ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth And feel her strength through all your veins; Breathe her full odors, ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
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