Manuelzinho (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy, alone, but near a specklike house. The ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
In memory of Marjorie Carr Stevens Each day with so much ceremony begins, with birds, with bells, with whistles from ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
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