A Lecture On The Cube (Nichita Stanescu Poems)
You take a piece of stone, chisel it with blood, grind it with Homer's eye, burnish it with beams until the cube comes out ...
You take a piece of stone, chisel it with blood, grind it with Homer's eye, burnish it with beams until the cube comes out ...
A home above the year's seasonshome of children animals and applesa square of empty spaceunder an absent starhome was the ...
"Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's dayGave his broad lawns until the set of sunUp to the people: thither flocked ...
No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of ...
"IIn morning breeze, the Indian summer's gold Of sun on Mildred's happy cheeks aglow Beneath dark hair; it glistens on ...
In frames as large as rooms that face all ways And block the ends of streets with giant loaves, Screen ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
The wood of the barn the creosote bleeding brown shoe polish and maple syrup colors of the boards weathered and ...
No Time To think, to plan, to dream, to be ready Reading slower as time goes on Words blur in ...
Weathered and worn But oh so proudly The old barn preened in the summer Mid-day sun He had seen her ...
We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow. Of that, there is no doubt. But the Arc of a Lover's ...
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Walt Whitman One Out ...
There once was a Square, such a square little Square, And he loved a trim Triangle; But she was a ...
There were twin artists A. and B. Who painted pictures two, And hung them in my galley For everyone to ...
I HAVE ransacked the encyclopedias And slid my fingers among topics and titles Looking for you. And the answer comes ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
It's my birtday I've got an empty stomach and the desire to be lazy in the hammock and maybe go ...
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