The Old Schooner (Eugenijus Matuzevicius Poems)
Old schooner, Let me stay with you a while, You, whom the waves would fling, And tempests sink, Whom heat ...
Old schooner, Let me stay with you a while, You, whom the waves would fling, And tempests sink, Whom heat ...
GRAY-VESTED Dawn, with flameless, tranquil eye,Cool hands, and dewy lips, is in the sky,A sober nun, with starry rosary.With eyes ...
IYou who are wise today,What of your knowledge when life's little playIs ended, and the curtain rustles down--What of your ...
IN a rough little nook stands my weatherboard shed,But its curtains of living green,And the lamps of lustre that hang ...
The sky is dark and the hills are whiteAs the storm-king speeds from the north to-night,And this is the song ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
The sky is dark and the hills are white As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night, And this is ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
FAREWELL, old Scotia's bleak domains, Far dearer than the torrid plains, Where rich ananas blow! Farewell, a mother's blessing dear! ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower ...
When the Cherry rustles above her head she hardly realizes why she leaves her clothes on the rocks, passes a ...
I AM that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal ...
What tho' no sculptur'd monument proclaim Thy fate-yet Albert in my breast I bear Inshrin'd the sad remembrance; yet thy ...
Hard by the road, where on that little mound The high grass rustles to the passing breeze, The child of ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
UP with the sun, the breeze arose, Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wide ...
1 Sometimes in the open you look up where birds go by, or just nothing, and wait. A dim feeling ...
Man looking into the sea, taking the view from those who have as much right to it as you have ...
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