Lion In An Iron Cage (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
Look at the lion in the iron cage, look deep into his eyes: like two naked steel daggers they sparkle ...
Look at the lion in the iron cage, look deep into his eyes: like two naked steel daggers they sparkle ...
it's 1962 March 28th I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train night is falling I never knew I ...
There, in the corner, staring at his drink. The cap juts like a gantry's crossbeam, Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead ...
Here's to the men! Since Adam's time They've always been the same; Whenever anything goes wrong, The woman is to ...
Not a degree or a collar to be a teacher our lives a mirror reflecting our beliefs Each of us ...
The regal mast pine reaching to the sky a collar of moss at the base of the tree a brocade ...
My prayer, for my words the ancient words of Christ beginning in that upper room passed down from the saints ...
Rest, given by the shepherd under his protection into that green pasture by the waters, living waters clear, pure, calling ...
In the shop, a bit too pretty, pristine I caught a few subtle, furtive, slightly disdainful glances supposing, deciding we ...
I have often wondered, is it better that the judge was laughing would that be my one good moment that ...
Okay, it felt a lot like a lot more than a cold breeze a frigid arctic blast, more like it, ...
The heat wrapped me hung heavy on my shoulders, my chest like a wet wool coat thrown on the hot ...
They were quite a pair clash of cultures within these proud Quebecois each speaking a language I don't share with ...
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
On young Albert Ramsbottom's birthday His parents asked what he'd like most; He said to see t' Tower of London ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
"I've been having these awful dreams, each a little different, though the core's the same- we're walking in a field, ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
As the salmon seeks its mother gravel through the lying ions of the sea, I seek you. Without your body ...
He finished the painting yesterday noon. Now he studies it in detail. He has painted him in a gray unbuttoned ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
The way the dog trots out the front door every morning without a hat or an umbrella, without any money ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent, Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I ...
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