The Evening of the Mind (Donald Justice Poems)
Now comes the evening of the mind.Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood;Here is the shadow moving down the ...
Now comes the evening of the mind.Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood;Here is the shadow moving down the ...
Tr?s haut amour, s'il se peut que je meureSans avoir su d'o? je vous poss?dais,En quel soleil ?tait votre demeureEn ...
Spanish Debout sur mon orgueil je veux montrer au soirL'envers de mon manteau endeuill? de tes charmes,Son mouchoir infini, son ...
A deep bell that links the downsTo the drowsy air;Every loop of sound that swoons,Finds a circle fair,Whereon it doth ...
The night vibrates with the chatter of trucks,Of clanking couplings and screaming wheels;A column of smoke glows pink from an ...
Now comes the evening of the mind. Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood; Here is the shadow moving ...
Today as the news from Selma and Saigon poisons the air like fallout, I come again to see the serene, ...
Open the windows, air out the house a cloud of strawberry, spreading filling, living, growing, moving from room to room ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
It rained throughout the night, a truly welcome sound that eases sleep although we barely slept - we were distressed ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Something cold is in the air, an aura of ice and phlegm. All day I've built a lifetime and now ...
A deep bell that links the downs To the drowsy air; Every loop of sound that swoons, Finds a circle ...
Sleeping-bagged in a duplex wing with fleas, in rock-cleft or building radar bats are darkness in miniature, their whole face ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
Quid facis Arctoi charissime transfuga coeli, Ingele, proh sero cognite, rapte cito? Num satis Hybernum defendis pellibus Astrum, Qui modo ...
Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula Roris, Inque Rosas roseo transfluat orta sinu. Sollicita Flores stant ambitione supini, Et certant foliis ...
for Jim Cummins In Iowa, Jim dreamed that Della Street was Anne Sexton's twin. Dave drew a comic strip called ...
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