A Farewell To My Youth (France Preseren Poems)
O happier half of days decreed to me, My early years, so soon you passed away: Few were the flowers ...
O happier half of days decreed to me, My early years, so soon you passed away: Few were the flowers ...
It is the sinners' dust-tongued bell claps me to churchesWhen, with his torch and hourglass, like a sulpher priest,His beast ...
Queens' ships, Queens' ships.Gloriana's mariners,Putting forth to seaAfire to beard the SpaniardWherever he may be .Hanging on the Plate fleets' ...
Last night I fled until I cameTo streets where leaking casements drippedStale lamplight from the corpse of flame;A nervous window ...
Moth in the sofa, mines upon the shore:The Skylark's leaking, and the Pier's no more.For four long years we've seen ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
I am only nineteen My whole life is changing Tonight I see her Shuttered eyes in my dreams I cannot ...
Talking with my beloved in New York I stood at the outdoor public telephone in Mexican sunlight, in my purple ...
Seven men from all the world, back to Docks again, Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain: Give ...
don't be so lazy maisie maisie don't be so lazy please i know it's snowing and a hard wind's blowing ...
One evening at dusk as Noah stood on his Ark, Putting green oil in starboard side lamp, His wife came ...
If He dissolve -- then -- there is nothing -- more -- Eclipse -- at Midnight -- It was dark ...
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest. (Matsuo Basho)
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
From plane of light to plane, wings dipping through Geometries and orchids that the sunset builds, Out of the peak's ...
Of all the rides since the birth of time, Told in story or sung in rhyme, - On Apuleius' Golden ...
Moist, moist, the heat leaking through the hinges, sun baking the roof like a pie and I and thou and ...
You bring me good news from the clinic, Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white Mummy-cloths, smiling: I'm ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
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