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 ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the ...
I live only here, between your eyes and you, But I live in your world. What do I do? --Collect ...
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
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