To a Lady Very Well Known to the Whole Town (Voltaire Poems)
Phillis, how much the times are changed,Since in a hack the town you ranged,Since without finery or train you shone,Conspicuous ...
Phillis, how much the times are changed,Since in a hack the town you ranged,Since without finery or train you shone,Conspicuous ...
Quaint and forgotten, by an unused road, An old house stands: around its doors the dense Blue iron-weeds grow high; The chipmunks make ...
Where are the ribbons I tie my hair with?Where is my lipstick? Where are my hose -The sheer ones hoarded ...
cottages, circled by lindensmaples and willows (they no longerplant so many trees near houses now, wildunprofitable), a stream downhill, a ...
I SAW where in the shroud did lurkA curious frame of Nature's work;A floweret crush'd in the bud,A nameless piece ...
O What a cunning guestIs this same Grief! Within my heart I made Closets; ...
The alarm clocks tick in a thousand furnished rooms,tick and are wound for a thousand separate dooms;all down both sides ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
things in our closets filling our homes and our yards empty in the end November 1, 2009 Ecclesiastes 5:8-15 Psalm ...
Deleted emails Changed passwords Closed accounts Boxed memories Emptied closets And drawers Home-cooking finished Space in fridge and freezer Cupboards ...
This is the house of the closet-man. There are no rooms, just hallways and closets. Things happen in rooms. He ...
amidst swirling wine and flickers of silver guests quote Dante, Brecht, Kant and each other. I wait in the hall ...
I Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find ...
Memories bursting like tears or waves On some lonely Adriatic shore Beating again and again Threshings of green sea foam ...
I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my ...
It is an old story, the way it happens sometimes in winter, sometimes not. The listener falls to sleep, the ...
There are hours when every thing creaks when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs and closets crack their backs, ...
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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