Edith Almera (Orhan Veli Kanik Poems)
Chances are, at this moment,On a lakesideNear BrusselsHe's thinking of Edith Almera.Edith AlmeraPlays first fiddleIn a gypsy band:She's acclaimed and ...
Chances are, at this moment,On a lakesideNear BrusselsHe's thinking of Edith Almera.Edith AlmeraPlays first fiddleIn a gypsy band:She's acclaimed and ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
October, and eleven after dark: Both mist and night. Among us in the coach Packed heat on which the windows ...
When Johnnie Bull pledges his word, To keep it he'll gird on his sword, While ...
In Antwerp, Bruges, Ostend and Ghent I used to order food with ...
Hark to the guns, one a penny, two a penny, hotcross buns,Cannons and shells, Bombardier Wells, Looting and shooting, and ...
In days of peace my fellow-menRightly regarded me as more likeA Bishop than a Major-Gen.,And nothing since has made me ...
Old Pete Parraday, he toddles up the road,"Dangin'" things and "darn in'" things and hefting of his load For yesterday ...
The sunshine over Brussels will be mine, But for a moment ere it pales its hue, And slowly deepens into ...
The tower bell in the Tenth Street Church Rang out nostalgia for the refugee Who knew the source of bells ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
Of Brussels -- it was not -- Of Kidderminster? Nay -- The Winds did buy it of the Woods -- ...
No monument stands over Babi Yar. A drop sheer as a crude gravestone. I am afraid. Today I am as ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
in brussels, eye sat in the grand place cafe & heard duke's place, played after salsa between the old majestic ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
GUNS on the battle lines have pounded now a year between Brussels and Paris. And, William Morris, when I read ...
I am Ebenezer Bleezer, I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE, there are flavors in my freezer you have never seen ...
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