White Magic (Krzysztof Kamil Baczynski Poems)
Standing before the mirror of silencewith her hands in her hair,Barbara pours into her glass bodysilver droplets of her voice.And ...
Standing before the mirror of silencewith her hands in her hair,Barbara pours into her glass bodysilver droplets of her voice.And ...
Hello Winter, hello flanneledblanket of clouds, cloudsfueled by more clouds, hello again.Hello afternoons,off to the west, that silverof sunset, rust-coloredand ...
Part 02: His Futile Preoccupations - 01I am a house, says Senlin, locked and darkened, Sealed from the sun with ...
Scene I.The great Hall of Wynhavod House. The walls hung with old portraits, arms, trophies of the chase, and a ...
Aye, but she?Your other sister and my other soulGrave Silence, lovelierThan the three loveliest maidens, what of her?Clio, not you,Not ...
Row after row with strict impunityThe headstones yield their names to the element,The wind whirs without recollection;In the riven troughs ...
We meet in peace, though from our native EastThe sun that sparkles on our birthday feastGlanced as he rose on ...
FROM "EUGENE ONIEGIN " 28Yes, foes!-How many days, bethink you, Since hatred stepped the two between, And since in hours ...
"Ha there! old-pig, old bear, old bristly and gingeryWombat out of the red earth peering gingerly,Was there some thud of ...
August 6, 1916.-Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.) .but I was ...
It was cold this morning, cut into you cold my open suit coat, thin dress white shirt not quite up ...
He spoke metaphorically so should we eat knowing that the bread is his body that the grape juice his blood ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
I know a place where Summer strives With such a practised Frost -- She -- each year -- leads her ...
CRIMSON is the slow smolder of the cigar end I hold, Gray is the ash that stiffens and covers all ...
Whenever I go by there nowadays And look at the rank weeds and the strange grass, The torn blue curtains ...
The woman is perfected Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
'Tis Christmas weather, and a country house Receives us: rooms are full: we can but get An attic-crib. Such lovers ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
from St. Ambrose He fears the tiger standing in his way. The tiger takes its time, it smiles and growls. ...
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