A Tailor Called Sorrow (Betti Alver Poems)
Yesterday in drizzling rainon the road,depression camewith its scissors open.He put unhappy shirtsaround the necksof children,and stitched black markingson the ...
Yesterday in drizzling rainon the road,depression camewith its scissors open.He put unhappy shirtsaround the necksof children,and stitched black markingson the ...
Smells are surer than sounds or sights To make your heart-strings crack-- They start those awful voices o' nights That ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
By those soft tods of wool With which the air is full; By all those tinctures there, That paint the ...
IN the drizzling mist, with the snow high-pil'd, In the Winter night, in the forest wild, I heard the wolves ...
The snap of the apple fresh-picked from the orchard the juices, sticky, drizzling down in my beard the bumblebees humming ...
I sat transfixed, enthralled, entranced in the grip the allure, the beauty the magic in the flickering flame slowly consuming ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" My courtyard is small, windows idle, spring is getting old. Screens unrolled cast ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used ...
Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs; The ...
Careful Observers may fortel the Hour (By sure Prognosticks) when to dread a Show'r: While Rain depends, the pensive Cat ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots ...
I Moonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scent Of summer gardens; these can bring you all Those dreams that in ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
UNFADING branch of verdant hue, In modest sweetness drest, Shake off thy pearly tears of dew, And decorate my breast. ...
1. Sex, as they harshly call it, I fell into this morning at ten o'clock, a drizzling hour of traffic ...
That slim creek out of the sky the dried-blood western gum tree is all stir in its high reaches: its ...
Grey drizzling mists the moorlands drape, Rain whitens the dead sea, From headland dim to sullen cape Grey sails creep ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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