Death Fugue (Paul Celan Poem)
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it ...
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it ...
The sun sets in molten gold. The evening clouds form a jade disk. Where is he? Dense white mist envelops ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
Among the taller wood with ivy hung, The old fox plays and dances round her young. She snuffs and barks ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The forest holds high carnival to-day, And every hill-side glows with gold and fire; Ivy and sumac dress in colors ...
For quick mental hygiene, the snail's my white mobile clinic, Dr. Hoodoo inside. Seriously. The snail's my man. He's shy, ...
How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you've got caviar? The triumph of ...
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
Today I have been happy. All the day I held the memory of you, and wove Its laughter with the ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
It's night and a numbered beauty lapses at the wind, chortles with the branches of a tree, giggles, plays shadow ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, ...
Chorus.-Bonie lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonie lassie, will ye go To the birks of ...
as the poems go into the thousands you realize that you've created very little. it comes down to the rain, ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
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