Middle Passage (Robert Hayden Poem)
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
"OH, would we were further! Oh, would we were home, The phantoms of night tow'rd us hastily come, The band ...
When man had ceased to utter his lament, A god then let me tell my tale of sorrow. WHAT hope ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
divisions, Jew and Gentile no more, barriers phantoms alone torn down, ripped, removed you our savior coming to earth, humble, ...
our differences, so minor, like illusionary walls, stage effects merely, unreal, phantoms, keeping us apart nothing of God in these ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real. Is there still time for me to ...
Trust adjust her "Peradventure" -- Phantoms entered "and not you." (Emily Dickinson)
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to ...
The poet in his lone yet genial hour Gives to his eyes a magnifying power : Or rather he emancipates ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The scene lacked for the manifestation characteristic of a scene. though the scene was promised a revealing ...
I'm buried now; I've done with life; I've done with hate, revenge and strife; I've done with joy, and hope ...
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a ...
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true. Such long swift tides stir not a land-locked sea. On gods ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew ...
THERE are some powerful odours that can pass Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass To them is porous. Oft ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
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