Landscape of a Pissing Multitude (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
(For Shaemas O Sheel) One winter night a Devil came and sat upon my bed, His eyes were full of ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
thoth (who became hermes who became mercury) who was both moon and wisdom to the egyptians manifested himself mainly as ...
cherries are so vulnerable blinking their way from green to polished red in trees guileless to stave off birds a ...
(a) orihuela-time the sun in orihuela calms the dust and people glide about the streets at ease (problems left indoors ...
as the landscape falls away the hawthorn in its gnarly fashion is content to stand alone berries (the very tint ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
Long-vacant eyes now lodged in clear glass, a-swim with pale arms as delicate as angels' ... you are beyond all ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in drag here comes nothing to do all day long ...
In those years, people will say, we lost track of the meaning of we, of you we found ourselves reduced ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
Wherever I am, there's always Pooh, There's always Pooh and Me. Whatever I do, he wants to do, "Where are ...
Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken, And but the ghosts of homes to us remain, And ...
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