Gacela of Unforseen Love (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
No one understood the perfume of the dark magnolia of your womb. Nobody knew that you tormented a hummingbird of ...
No one understood the perfume of the dark magnolia of your womb. Nobody knew that you tormented a hummingbird of ...
(For Aline) Monsignore, Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus, Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni, Now of the delightful Court of ...
the way loss seeps into neck hollows and curls at temples sits between front teeth cavity empty and waiting for ...
certain creatures it seems are never seen straight on - they occupy the corner of the eye once sensed (a ...
(for matt - 15) in the first seven years you choose your howdah having by then bare inklings of a ...
Down the highway we flew, toward home looking in the woods, looking in the fields, the hills, the water, the ...
She was so smart wisdom was a girl a different image, thought than the Proverbs 31 girl, the one who ...
Above the noise in the room below the sound of the television, the game, the laughter of our five-year old ...
Ways to agreement beyond the sparring the minuet of debate of advocacy, of winning findings words of compromise uncontested claims ...
Spots opened without notice, without attribution the candies, elements of the gingerbread house disappeared clapboards, gutters shrubs, roof, dismantled Stealthy ...
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
At dawn I dreamed of wispy clouds, I had the time to wield and watched the regimented lines of cirrus ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
O tower of light, sad beauty that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea, calcareous eye, insignia of the vast ...
LORD BUDDHA, on thy Lotus-throne, With praying eyes and hands elate, What mystic rapture dost thou own, Immutable and ultimate? ...
Come, for the dusk is our own; let us fare forth together, With a quiet delight in our hearts for ...
Now on the hill The fitful wind is so still That never a wimpling mist uplifts, Nor a trembling leaf ...
Oh, the charm of idle dreaming Where the dappled shadows dance, All the leafy aisles are teeming With the lure ...
Here is a voice that soundeth low and far And lyricvoice of wind among the pines, Where the untroubled, glimmering ...
Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below The dome of sunset long, hushed ...
In a lone valley fair and far, Where many sweet beguilements are, I know a spot to lag and dream ...
Now the dead past seems vividly alive, And in this shining moment I can trace, Down through the vista of ...
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