Lament For Ignacio Sanchez Mejias (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
Now is the rhymer's honest trade A thing for scornful laughter made. The merchant's sneer, the clerk's disdain, These are ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
THE FAIRY TEMPLE; OR, OBERON'S CHAPEL DEDICATED TO MR JOHN MERRIFIELD, COUNSELLOR AT LAW RARE TEMPLES THOU HAST SEEN, I ...
Her pretty feet Like snails did creep A little out, and then, As if they played at Bo-peep, Did soon ...
In the rocks, the ledge, the outcropping of the glacier below the cliffs, the lighthouse small tidepools bits of warming ...
Down by the water's edge in the space between the tides tiny little roads for one the furrowed rows meandering ...
The jetty changed, when the tide came in turned its course and headed out once more There were pools, caught ...
EVERYTHING is jazz: snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females, snow-white cotton bales. Knee-bone, thigh, hip-bone. Jazz slips you percussion bone ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
I don't know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot. It ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
Warning to magistrates. Judges, who rule the world by laws, Will ye despise the righteous cause, When th' injured poor ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen and yes my darling a dot ...
Remember midsummer: the fragrance of box, of white roses And of phlox. And upon a honeysuckle branch Three snails hanging ...
I believe that a young woman Is standing in a circle of lions In the other side of the sky. ...
Tiny green birds skate over the surface of the room. A naked girl prepares a basin with steaming water, And ...
In memory of Dimitri Mitropoulos The harpist believes there is music in the skeletons of fish The French horn player ...
Twelve snails went walking after night. They'd creep an inch or so, Then stop and bug their eyes And blow. ...
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