Giant Toad (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Oh, but it is dirty! --this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with ...
Inheritance. I wasn't raised to call myself Black, Indian, Chinese-- "You're human," said my parents. That was all. By the ...
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
When Winchester races first took their beginning It is said the good people forgot their old Saint Not applying at ...
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
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