Lament For Ignacio Sanchez Mejias (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
Some things I do not profess to understand, perhaps not wanting to, including whatever it was they did with you ...
At this particular time I have no one Particular person to grieve for, though there must Be many, many unknown ...
The Good News of redemption coming to us from above God's love poured out on us showing us the Son ...
It's a ruling from the field of pain (devoid of antique nave, a judgement process aptly named 'benefit of doubt'); ...
Walking in the sky, A man in strange black garb Encountered a radiant form. Then his steps were eager; Bowed ...
In a lonely place, I encountered a sage Who sat, all still, Regarding a newspaper. He accosted me: "Sir, what ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
Small knowledge have we that by knowledge met May not some day be quaint as any told In almagest or ...
A flying word from here and there Had sown the name at which we sneered, To be reviled and then ...
Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful; it is out of very jealousy and proper pride that we ...
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; He turned away the good old horse that served him ...
We're driving across tableland somewhere in the world; it is almost bare of trees. Upland near void of features always ...
It ended, and the morrow brought the task. Her eyes were guilty gates, that let him in By shutting all ...
It ended, and the morrow brought the task. Her eyes were guilty gates, that let him in By shutting all ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
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