Fable Of The Ant And The Word (Mary Barnard Poems)
Ink-black, but moving independentlyacross the black and white parquet of print,the ant cancels the author out. The page,translated to itself, ...
Ink-black, but moving independentlyacross the black and white parquet of print,the ant cancels the author out. The page,translated to itself, ...
I have come from Miletos to Latmoson a white chariot drawn by four snow-white mules,all their trappings silver.I sailed from ...
Thy foes had girt thee with their dead array,O stately Alexandra! — yet the soundOf mirth and music, at the ...
Your midriff sags toward your knees; your breast lie down in air, their nipples as uninvolved as warm starfish. You ...
Who brought at MarathonThe Persian power low?Who at AlexandriaSubued the Gallic foe?Who in George the Second 's reignWrote "Thoughts composed ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Partly to verify an era, partly also to pass the time, last night I picked up a collection of Ptolemaic ...
Valiant are you who fought and fell gloriously; fearless of those who were everywhere victorious. Blameless, even if Diaeos and ...
They had not seen, for ages, such beautiful gifts in Delphi as these that had been sent by the two ...
I have almost been reduced to a homeless pauper. This fatal city, Antioch, has consumed all my money; this fatal ...
Said Myrtias (a Syrian student in Alexandria; in the reign of Augustus Constans and Augustus Constantius; in part a pagan, ...
When suddenly, at midnight, you hear an invisible procession going by with exquisite music, voices, don't mourn your luck that's ...
It goes on being Alexandria still. Just walk a bit along the straight road that ends at the Hippodrome and ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
I Blessed be this place, More blessed still this tower; A bloody, arrogant power Rose out of the race Uttering, ...
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over - all the stories are ...
Flaubert wanted to write a novel About nothing. It was to have no subject And be sustained upon the style ...
'Twas on the 18th of August in the year of 1798, That Nelson saw with inexpressible delight The City of ...
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