La Casada Infiel (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
Y que yo me la llev? al r?o creyendo que era mozuela, pero ten?a marido. Fue la noche de Santiago ...
Y que yo me la llev? al r?o creyendo que era mozuela, pero ten?a marido. Fue la noche de Santiago ...
Empieza el llanto de la guitarra. Se rompen las copas de la madrugada. Empieza el llanto de la guitarra. Es ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
To Paint a Water Lily A green level of lily leaves Roofs the pond's chamber and paves The flies' furious ...
Meeting, greeting, knowing the crowd the adversaries, the allies, the seemingly neutrals the advocates, the prosecutors, the clerks the officers ...
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you ...
For Brenda Williams La lune diminue; divin septembre. Divine September the moon wanes. Pierre Jean Jouve Themes for poems and ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
The lions who ate the Christians on the sands of the arena By indulging native appetites played was now been ...
With Homer you conversed alone for days and nights, Our waiting hours were passing slowly, And shining you came down ...
Haunched like a faun, he hooed From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost Until all owls in the twigged forest Flapped ...
Scene: Federal Political Arena A darkened cave. In the middle, a cauldron, boiling. Enter the three witches. 1ST WITCH: Thrice ...
Since my wife was born she must have eaten the equivalent of two-thirds of the original garden of Eden. Not ...
Quid facis Arctoi charissime transfuga coeli, Ingele, proh sero cognite, rapte cito? Num satis Hybernum defendis pellibus Astrum, Qui modo ...
A Survivor's Burden A Memorial Tribute in Poetry to Simon Wiesenthal After six million Jews were silenced: Simon speaks above ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
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