Giant Toad (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
The man with the red hat And the polar bear, is he here too? The window giving on shade, Is ...
How can you bear to look at the Neva? How can you bear to cross the bridges?. Not in vain ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides; The spirit bloweth and is still, In ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand With ...
I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of high poems! where The dancers will break footing, from ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
And therefore if to love can be desert, I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale As these you see, ...
Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an ...
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