The Nurse’s Watch (Clemens Maria Brentano Poems)
From 'The Boy's Wonderhorn' The moon it shines, ...
From 'The Boy's Wonderhorn' The moon it shines, ...
Crossing the infinite length of the moorland,Here comes the wind,The wind with his trumpet that Heralds November;Endless and infinite, crossing ...
It's likely that you can rememberA corral at the foot of a hillSome mornin' along in DecemberWhen the air was ...
"HE stood up in our khaki with the poise Of perfect soldiership beneath the praise Of the French officer. We ...
From the dark gorge, where burns the morning star, I hear the glacier river rattling onAnd sweeping o'er his ice-ploughed ...
Over the rushing river Where shaggy fir-trees stand, The devil himself is pushingMy swing with furry hand.Pushing, he laughs away, ...
Will you ever forget the mid-watches at sea?How you tumbled out sleepy and dazed,And though you maneuvered as still as ...
The alarm clocks tick in a thousand furnished rooms,tick and are wound for a thousand separate dooms;all down both sides ...
Clash, clash goes the sabre against my steed's side,Kling, kling go the rowels, as onward I ride;And all my bright ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Only one cell in the frozen hive of night is lit, or so it seems to us: this Vietnamese café, ...
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs; The ...
The horns in the harbor booming, vaguely, Fog, forgotten, yesterday, conclusion, Nostalgic, noising dim sorrow, calling To sleep is it? ...
JANE, Jane, Tall as a crane, The morning light creaks down again; Comb your cockscomb-ragged hair, Jane, Jane, come down ...
There are hours when every thing creaks when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs and closets crack their backs, ...
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