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 ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
When descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landword in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, ...
INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE PITCHER Come, old friend! sit down and listen! From the pitcher, placed between us, How the ...
Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines, Like a fair lady at her ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
When the lad for longing sighs, Mute and dull of cheer and pale, If at death's own door he lies, ...
Where once we danced, where once we sang, Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, And cracks creep; worms have ...
I rose at night and visited The Cave of the Unborn, And crowding shapes surrounded me For tidings of the ...
The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky; A puddle in a vacant lot his sea ...
In the rushing water standing on the precipice at the crest of the falls perched on the sunken rocks the ...
So many stories, many of pain on the faces, in the eyes, the furtive eyes, the postures, the countenance of ...
I saw a change, a difference; yes, there was still a hint of hesitance, that has been there for a ...
He walked the streets of the old mill town long past the heyday of his life heavy soles on his ...
I had to go there, to see it for myself, to go there to test the theory of an accident, ...
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, ...
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw-- For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law. He's ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee, With promise of strength and manhood full and fair! Though cold ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
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