Fuji In A Saucer: The Poem (Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin Poems)
Through tannic steam I catch a glimpse of Fuji:Against a yellow sky volcanic goldA saucer narrows nature very strangely,In shallow ...
Through tannic steam I catch a glimpse of Fuji:Against a yellow sky volcanic goldA saucer narrows nature very strangely,In shallow ...
Dipping our bread in oil tinswe talked of morning peelingopen our rooms to a momentof almonds, olives and windwhen we ...
O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy, The days go onWith almonds showing the pink stars blowing And birds in the dawn.Grow slowly, ...
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .I'll suit my fancy in every ...
EdwardHist, William! hist! what means that air so gay?Thy looks, thy dress, bespeak some holiday:Thy hat is brushed; thy hands, ...
AM Rhein! Acain am Rheine! In boat oopon der Rhein! De castle-bergs soft goldnen Im Abendsonnenschein, Mit lots of Rudesheimer, ...
With the apples and the plumsLittle Carolina comes,At the time of the dessert sheComes and drops her last new curtsy;Graceful ...
When I have baked white cakes And grated green almonds to spread on them; When I have picked the green ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Lay these words into the dead man's grave next to the almonds and black cherries--- tiny skulls and flowering blood-drops, ...
it's 1962 March 28th I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train night is falling I never knew I ...
This day, my Julia, thou must make For Mistress Bride the wedding-cake: Knead but the dough, and it will be ...
Dipping our bread in oil tins we talked of morning peeling open our rooms to a moment of almonds, olives ...
I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the Belgian nuns gave me for ...
Those villages stricken with the melancholia of Sunday, in all of whose ocher streets one dog is sleeping those volcanoes ...
O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy, The days go on With almonds showing the pink stars blowing And birds in ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
In Wall Street once a potent power, And now a multi-millionaire Alone within a shady bower In clothes his valet ...
For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee Dark-eyed, O woman of my dreams, Ivory sandalled, There is none like thee ...
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