Landscape of a Pissing Multitude (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
Layers of meaning facets of salt faces of wisdom like the faces of the crystals something to remember in reading ...
Little colored crystals transparent liquid glass little slivers of ice tickling the back of her throat The juice in the ...
Scraping the new snow the crystals sparkling after dropping off the girls preparing for tomorrow The flakes like confectioner's sugar ...
Too many to number yet each cast with precision crystals of white blanketing the earth The fields shimmering even as ...
Standing on the schoolhouse grounds waiting for the bus to come the batter and pushing of the teens and those ...
After getting home driving in the gossamer snow the dance of the crystals falling in the air accumulating on the ...
Slowing my pace, short walk home, around the side of the church Slowing to see the glistening, crystals, the fibers ...
There was a scar of dark black brown open water, cut through the thin skin of ice the pond lit ...
Spreading intersected contrails Like the frost lines off the skates in Fantasia's winter scene Growing, living crystals written on water ...
'Who affirms that crystals are alive?' I affirm it, let who will deny: Crystals are engendered, wax and thrive, Wane ...
It was a brave day under an endlessly clear sky that extended forever from our valley to the unfathomably distant ...
Sunder me from my bones, O sword of God Till they stand stark and strange as do the trees; That ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the world does, longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness. My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says the ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
Kindness glides about my house. Dame Kindness, she is so nice! The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke ...
Jade -- Stone of the side, The antagonized Side of green Adam, I Smile, cross-legged, Enigmatical, Shifting my clarities. So ...
Eupatius thought: "Give him a thousand horses, a thousand bridles of eloquent gold. Wash his feet, feed him well, show ...
In the taxi alone, home from the airport, I could not believe you were gone. My palm kept creeping over ...
Is it long as a noodle or fat as an egg? Is it lumpy like a potato or ringed like ...
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the ...
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