Windshelter (Leonardas Andriekus Poems)
These sunny tropic orchards flourishUnearthly, their colorsUnearthly their blossoms - But what of that?Here, not a treeIn a stormy nightWill shield ...
These sunny tropic orchards flourishUnearthly, their colorsUnearthly their blossoms - But what of that?Here, not a treeIn a stormy nightWill shield ...
What is the space between,enclosing us in oneunited person, yetdividing each alone.Frail bridges cross from eyeto eye, from flesh to ...
Beneath the mightyGods' enclosing fenceCreeps a vine:Unable to withstand the Autumn,It has turned sere. (Ki no Tsurayuki)
Behold, I built a fowlhouse in my yard! Two months agone the great work was begun,And ev'ry eventide I labored ...
Here is the House to hold me-cradle of all the race; Here is my lord and my love, here are ...
Bomber Pilot: presumed dead":, Curt notation; and no use to say:By this is discarded torment and the throesOf the enemy's ...
Here's a meadow full of sunshine Ripe grasses lush and high; There's a reaper on the roadway, And a lark ...
WHEN the primeval All-holy Father Sows with a tranquil hand From clouds, as they roll, Bliss-spreading lightnings Over the earth, ...
Children, if you dare to think Of the greatness, rareness, muchness Fewness of this precious only Endless world in which ...
In town to sell his fruit, he saw her- Françoise in her summer slacks- turning to him, coming back to ...
Wash of cold river in a glacial land, Ionian water, chill, snow-ribbed sand, drift of rare flowers, clear, with delicate ...
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
1 HARK! some wild trumpeter-some strange musician, Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night. I hear thee, trumpeter-listening, alert, ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
TWO boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still, Ten fishermen waiting-they discover a thick school of mossbonkers-they drop ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Sometimes she walks through the village in her little red dress all absorbed in restraining herself, and yet, despite herself, ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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