The Morning Baking (Carolyn Forche Poem)
Grandma, come back, I forgot How much lard for these rolls Think you can put yourself in the ground Like ...
Grandma, come back, I forgot How much lard for these rolls Think you can put yourself in the ground Like ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I don't feel at home where I am, or where I spend time; only where, beyond counting, there's freedom and ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Good morning, Life--and all Things glad and beautiful. My pockets nothing hold, But he that owns the gold, The Sun, ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she Hath all things whereby others beautious be, For, though her eyes be small, ...
I suppose the time will come Aid it in the coming When the Bird will crowd the Tree And the ...
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he ...
The Alexandrians were gathered to see Cleopatra's children, Caesarion, and his little brothers, Alexander and Ptolemy, whom for the first ...
He wrapped them carefully, neatly in costly green silk. Roses of ruby, lilies of pearl, violets of amethyst. As he ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Let not the deep cup be filled with rich, amber-colored wine; My mind ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" My courtyard is small, windows idle, spring is getting old. Screens unrolled cast ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary to rearrange my hair. ...
To the tune of "Intoxicated in the Shadow of Flowers" Thin mist, dense clouds, a grief-stricken day; auspicious incense burns ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Thousands of light flakes of crushed gold for its blossoms, Trimmed jade for ...
The fragrance of the pink lotus fails, the jade mat hints of autumn. Softly I unfasten my silk cloak, Who ...
Red lotus incense fades on The jeweled curtain. Autumn Comes again. Gently I open My silk dress and float alone ...
To the tune of "Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers" Light mists and heavy clouds, melancholy the long dreary day. ...
CHORUS Come we shepherds whose blest sight Hath met love's noon in nature's night; Come lift we up our loftier ...
The little voices of the prairie dogs Are tireless . . . They will give three hurrahs Alike to stage, ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
the people are very small and shrink, dwarves on the way to netsuke hell bound for a flea circus in ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
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