The Faithless Wife (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
So I took her to the river believing she was a maiden, but she already had a husband. It was ...
So I took her to the river believing she was a maiden, but she already had a husband. It was ...
The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore, rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. ...
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after ...
There was no one like 'im, 'Orse or Foot, Nor any o' the Guns I knew; An' because it was ...
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently ...
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze, una spalla dove piange la morte e un bosco di colombe disseccate. C'e' un ...
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty How he fell with a roll and a rumble And curled up like ...
COME, dear old comrade, you and I Will steal an hour from days gone by, The shining days when life ...
Taut, thick fingers punch the teeth of my typewriter. Three words are down on paper in capitals: SPRING SPRING SPRING... ...
No news of navies burnt at seas; No noise of late spawn'd tittyries; No closet plot or open vent, That ...
What does the horse give you That I cannot give you? I watch you when you are alone, When you ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Play that my knee was a calico mare Saddled and bridled for Bumpville; Leap to the back of this steed, ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
More than halfway up the pass Was a spring with a broken drinking glass, And whether the farmer drank or ...
And now, when merry winds do blow, And rain makes trees look fresh, An overpowering staleness holds This mortal flesh. ...
Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves, And washes both banks. In steppe, above light clay of cliffs Rinks mourn ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, "Be sure to ...
You thought I was that type: That you could forget me, And that I'd plead and weep And throw myself ...
The first rain reminds me Of the rising summer dust. The rain doesn't remember the rain of yesteryear. A year ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
PEG NICHOLSON was a good bay mare, As ever trod on airn; But now she's floating down the Nith, And ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
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