July (Boris Pasternak Poems)
A ghost is roaming through the building,And shadows in the attic browse;Persistently intent on mischiefA goblin roams about the house.He ...
A ghost is roaming through the building,And shadows in the attic browse;Persistently intent on mischiefA goblin roams about the house.He ...
Asinius Marrucinus, you don't employyour left hand too well: in wine and jestyou take neglected table-linen.Do you think that's witty? ...
Through the open French window the warm sunLights up the polished breakfast-table, laidRound a bowl of crimson roses, for one ...
"Don't be polite.Bite in.Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin.It is ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
prudence my love each time you invite me to tea i wonder do i have the appetite for what i ...
The flock of pigeons rises over the roof, and just beyond them, the shimmering asphalt fields gather their dull colored ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
The Heavenly Circuit; Berenice's Hair; Tent-pole of Eden; the tent's drapery; Symbolical glory of thc earth and air! The Father ...
A wind is ruffling the tawny pelt Of Africa, Kikuyu, quick as flies, Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt. ...
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a room For love or money. Let us picnic there At Audley ...
Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain-head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream-drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow of the ...
The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive ...
Bring the comb and play upon it! Marching, here we come! Willie cocks his highland bonnet, Johnnie beats the drum. ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it---- A sort of walking miracle, my skin ...
All the while they were talking the new morality Her eyes explored me. And when I rose to go Her ...
They're kindly here, to let us linger so late, Long after the shutters are up. A waiter glides from the ...
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