Dancing Tango (Sheema Kalbasi Poem)
Oh, Orlando! Remember the night we danced quietly on the sands where music was played? Your words were wonderers, said ...
Oh, Orlando! Remember the night we danced quietly on the sands where music was played? Your words were wonderers, said ...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
Read here: This is the story of Evarra -- man -- Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea. Because ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
My daughter raises the smooth brass kaleidoscope and watches as coloured glass slivers conspire together. New worlds create themselves before ...
Claremont to Durham, regular drive, autopilot Rtes 103, 114, 9, 89, 4 Exit 5, New England College down the road ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
(For D. M. C.) The little man with the vague beard and guise Pulled at the wicket. "Come inside!" he ...
I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned, Italia, my Italia, at thy name: And when from out the ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
Cut the bank for the fill. Dump sand pumped out of the river into the old swale killing whatever was ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
Oh, how good it is to be Foot-loose and heart-free! Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath the vast ...
The old brown hen and the old blue sky, Between the two we live and die-- The broken cartwheel on ...
For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee Dark-eyed, O woman of my dreams, Ivory sandalled, There is none like thee ...
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin. Swimmer, your body is pure as the water; cook, your ...
wade through black jade. Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keeps adjusting the ash-heaps; opening and shutting itself like an injured ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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