Sonnet Cycle For Lady Magdalen (John Donne Poems)
Her of your name, whose fair inheritanceBethina was, and jointure Magdalo:An active faith so highly did advance,That she once knew, ...
Her of your name, whose fair inheritanceBethina was, and jointure Magdalo:An active faith so highly did advance,That she once knew, ...
Por las flores proclamado Rey de una hermosa pradera, Un clavel afortunado Dio principio a su reinado Al nacer la primavera. Con majestad soberana Llevaba y ...
Per melhs cobrir lo mal pes e.l cossirechan e deport et ai joi e solatz;e fatz esfortz car sai chantar ...
I'm so frightfully unhappy,I feel, oh stars, I am dying!:I want to live, and I'm sighingA beauteous woman to see.Like ...
To whoever is not listening to the seathis Friday morning, to whoever is cooped upin house or office, factory or ...
Little lion faceI stopped to pickamong the mass of thicksucculent blooms, the twicestreaked flanges of your silksunwheel relaxed in widedilation, ...
Little lion faceI stopped to pickamong the mass of thicksucculent blooms, the twicestreaked flanges of your silksunwheel relaxed in widedilation, ...
I am a barbarian, a Khazar, a Saracen.Batterer of Roman walls, dynamite's low rumbleAngrier than Rusudan, bowing, not humbled--The ache ...
Luna! Corona de una testa inmensa,que te vas deshojando en sombras gualdas!Roja corona de un Jes(Cesar Vallejo)
I PASTORISettembre, andiamo. E' tempo di migrare.Ora in terra d'Abruzzi i miei pastorilascian gli stazzi e vanno verso il mare:scendono ...
WAINAMOINEN'S SOWING.Then arose old Wainamoinen,With his feet upon the island,On the island washed by ocean,Broad expanse devoid of verdure;There remained ...
The little Man, and tiny Maid,Who love the Fairies in the glade,Who see them in the tangled grassThe Gnomes and ...
MY piazza, my piazza! some boast their lordly halls,Where soften'd gleams of curtain'd light on golden treasure falls,Where pictures in ...
Maxine, back from a weekend with her boyfriend, smiles like a big cat and says that she's a conjugated verb. ...
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
The door of the church, facing the morning sunshine a single ladybug gracing our window Walking, her body warming the ...
Early morning (or very late night) Carbon and ink eraser, with the bristles Before Whiteout The Corona clacked away Her ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
I used to think a pot of ink Held magic in its fluid, And I would ply a pen when ...
I Christmas Poem for Nancy Noel, Noel We live and we die Between heaven and hell Between the earth and ...
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