North Haven (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With ...
carry the roads, move along. a song wears a long winter wind and i reasons to believe seasons to run, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me: Still all my ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
O lesson well and wisely taught Stay with me to the last, That all my life may better be For ...
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair, With your green and purple cup Upturned to sun and ...
Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun, Soft is the summer air; Gayly the wood-birds sing, Flowers are ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men ...
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