The house where I was born (02) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I woke up, it was the house where I was born. It was raining softly in all the rooms, I ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born. It was raining softly in all the rooms, I ...
The gas was on in the Institute, The flare was up in the gym, A man was running a mineral ...
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window ...
I made hay while the sun shone. My work sold. Now, if the harvest is over And the world cold, ...
The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child's ...
Why should such gloomy silence reign; And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness, pain, Nor ...
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
Blessed be Thou for all the joy My soul has felt today! O let its memory stay with me And ...
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And ...
I'm buried now; I've done with life; I've done with hate, revenge and strife; I've done with joy, and hope ...
There is a meadow in Sweden where I lie smitten, eyes stained with clouds' white ins and outs. And about ...
I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly ...
WE take from life one little share, And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care, ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat ...
Cold in the earth-and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I ...
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...
So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone, And the way was laid so certainly, that, ...
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright, but mild affection shine: Though they might kindle less desire, Love, ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
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"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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