Train Ride (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc into the green ...
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc into the green ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Immortal Heat, O let thy greater flame Attract the lesser to it: let those fires Which shall consume the world, ...
I struck the board, and cried "No more! I will abroad. What, shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines ...
What shall I do for the land that bred me, Her homes and fields that folded and fed me?- Be ...
"The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead we go! . . . It's true I've been accustomed now to home, And joints ...
(after hiroshige - stations of oi) here at the sixty-ninth station of the gregokaido road i have a sense of ...
THERE was a wooer blithe and gay, A son of France was he,-- Who in his arms for many a ...
We were created, mankind in the image of God given dominion over the earth masters over the garden created by ...
Under the words of the commandments a sabbath day of rest stopping to commune with our creator to worship God ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
SINCE there 's no help, come let us kiss and part-- Nay, I have done, you get no more of ...
Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, ...
Endanger it, and the Demand Of tickets for a sigh Amazes the Humility Of Credibility -- Recover it to Nature ...
I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky, And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover, And heard ...
LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen, And sair wi' his love he did deave me; I ...
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Bare-handed, I hand the combs. The man in white smiles, bare-handed, Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet, The throats of ...
'Twas in the year of 1893, and on the 17th and 18th of November, Which the people of Dundee and ...
Forget not the field where they perish'd, The truest, the last of the brave, All gone -- and the bright ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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