The Gypsy and the Wind (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
Tree, tree dry and green. The girl with the pretty face is out picking olives. The wind, playboy of towers, ...
"A Priest in Spite of Himself" "How far is St. Helena from a little child at play!" What makes you ...
Your jar of Virginny Will cost you a guinea, Which you reckon too much by five shillings or ten; But ...
The strength of twice three thousand horse That seeks the single goal; The line that holds the rending course, The ...
Not only sands and gravels Were once more on their travels, But gulping muddy gallons Great boulders off their balance ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
Like an advent'rous seafarer am I, Who hath some long and dang'rous voyage been, And, call'd to tell of his ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
OLD FITZ, who from your suburb grange, Where once I tarried for a while, Glance at the wheeling orb of ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
Palacio, good friend, is spring there showing itself on branches of black poplars by the roads and river? On the ...
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