A Summer’s Dream (Elizabeth Bishop Poems)
To the sagging wharffew ships could come.The population numberedtwo giants, an idiot, a dwarf,a gentle storekeeperasleep behind his counter,and our ...
To the sagging wharffew ships could come.The population numberedtwo giants, an idiot, a dwarf,a gentle storekeeperasleep behind his counter,and our ...
In a rather tiny building at the bottom of the street,With a green door and a window small and very ...
Six o'clock. From the railway yard The engine toots; careering hard, A milk-cart rattles by and stops; ...
WHEN the dressmaker comes I am told to clear out,For they don't want me anywhere hanging about;At seven in the ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
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