The Monument (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, flying high as they want and as far as they ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, Starting on your autumn flight, Pause a moment at my window, Twitter softly your good-night; For ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel A pleasant chant, ballad or barcarole; She thinketh of her song, upon the whole, ...
We walked beside the sea, After a day which perished silently Of its own glory---like the Princess weird Who, combating ...
THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man, Self-called George Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions Of thy tumultuous senses, moans ...
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make, Of all that strong divineness which I know For thine and thee, ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, Put out broad ...
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