Gedicht Voor Beverly (D A Levy Poems)
1ik zit naast haar& onze tenen beginnen een liefdesdansik denkhoe mooihaar donkere glimlachhaar donkere huid& ik raak haar armen aanhaar ...
1ik zit naast haar& onze tenen beginnen een liefdesdansik denkhoe mooihaar donkere glimlachhaar donkere huid& ik raak haar armen aanhaar ...
Ik wil tasten den Boom, die in den nacht Verrijst van de wazige aarde ...Ik zie hem niet; ik zie ...
Ons Vader wat in die hemel is,laat u Naam geheilig word;laat u koninkryk kom;laat u wil ook op die aarde ...
a.u.b. wereldstop met rond te tollenik word zeeziekwaar is mijn papieren zakjeik wil afstappen(D A Levy)
1 You said 'The world is going back to Paganism'. Oh bright Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree -- The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But ...
Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You're in the clear. 'Nobody' (Mark says you said) 'is ever found out.' I figure ...
AS on the banks o' wandering Nith, Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, ...
I've seen you many times in many places-- Theater, bus, train, or on the street; Smiling in spring rain, in ...
DOe I not see that fayrest ymages Of hardest Marble are of purpose made? for that they should endure through ...
SHall I then silent be or shall I speake? And if I speake, her wrath renew I shall: and if ...
NOw is my loue all ready forth to come, Let all the virgins therefore well awayt, And ye fresh boyes ...
HOw long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure, And know no end of her owne mysery: but wast and weare ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
FRESH Spring, the herald of loves mighty king, In whose cote-armour richly are displayd All sorts of flowers, the which ...
FResh spring the herald of loues mighty king, In whose cote armour richly are displayd, all sorts of flowers the ...
In the late night listening from bed I have joined the ambulance or the patrol screaming toward some drama, the ...
When he, who is the unforgiven, Beheld her first, he found her fair: No promise ever dreamt in heaven Could ...
The river rises and the rains keep coming. My Papa says it can't flood for the water can run away ...
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