What Were They Like? (Denise Levertov Poem)
Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? ...
Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? ...
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
As a pale phantom with a lamp Ascends some ruin's haunted stair, So glides the moon along the damp Mysterious ...
Love built a stately house, where Fortune came, And spinning fancies, she was heard to say That her fine cobwebs ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
'A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
The sunburnt terraces which swans make home with water purling, Macchu Pichu died like Delphi long agoâ?" a message to ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
I watched him swinging the pick in the sun, breaking the concrete steps into chunks of rock, and the rocks ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
1 Against the stone breakwater, Only an ominous lapping, While the wind whines overhead, Coming down from the mountain, Whistling ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
Men say the world is full of fear and hate, And all life's ripening harvest-fields await The restless sickle of ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
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