I Explain A Few Things (Pablo Neruda Poems)
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?and the rain repeatedly spatteringits words and drilling ...
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?and the rain repeatedly spatteringits words and drilling ...
Englishmen up! make ready your rifles! Who can tell now what a day may bring forth?Patch up all quarrels, and stick ...
He ain't no gold-laced "Belvidere," To sparkle in the sun;He don't parade with gay cockade, And posies in his gun;He ain't no ...
'Twas down by the glenside,I met an old woman,A'plucking young nettles,Nor thought I was coming;I listened awhileTo the song she ...
Construction sets a mighty maypole upCloud-touching tip, base held in granite cup.Instead of romping girls and shouting boys,Damned drilling din ...
Sound clear, finely-chiseled sonnets,You, the children of quiet thoughts!True Freedom listens to the dictates:He submits the law, that you laws ...
A snuff box once was madeBy King Frederick the Great,Who carved it from a walnut logWhich made the box prideful ...
With a knock upon the window comes the young volunteer, 'Tis his step upon the threshold; "what is it brings ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
Tis a cheerless, lonesome eveningWhen the soaking, sodden groundWill not echo to the footfallof the sentinel's dull round.God's blue star-spangled ...
I have long enough been working down in my cellar,Working spade and pick, boring-chisel and drill;I long for wider spaces, ...
Wake not for the world-heard thunder, Nor the chimes that earthquakes toll; Stars may plot in heaven with planet, Lightning ...
Wasn't on purpose that I drilled through my finger or the nurse laughed. She apologized three times and gave me ...
Wake not for the world-heard thunder, Nor the chimes that earthquakes toll; Stars may plot in heaven with planet, Lightning ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary; The hill-top is nigh-but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;) Up the path you ...
In my dream, drilling into the marrow of my entire bone, my real dream, I'm walking up and down Beacon ...
The Sergeant of a Highland Reg- -Iment was drilling of his men; With temper notably on edge He blest them ...
They came from the lower levels Deep down in the Brilliant mine; From the wastes where the whirlwind revels, Whirling ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
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