Damascus, What Are You Doing to Me? (Nizar Qabbani Poems)
1My voice rings out, this time, from DamascusIt rings out from the house of my mother and fatherIn Sham. The ...
1My voice rings out, this time, from DamascusIt rings out from the house of my mother and fatherIn Sham. The ...
Great Man of God, whom God doeth call, and chooseOn Earth his great Lieutenents place to use,Wee blesse the tyme, ...
Bodies, again,Are partly primal germs of things, and partlyUnions deriving from the primal germs.And those which are the primal germs ...
Bodies, again,Are partly primal germs of things, and partlyUnions deriving from the primal germs.And those which are the primal germs ...
Clear was the sky as a silver shield;The bright sun blazed on the frozen field.On ice-bound river and white-robed prairieThe ...
FROM Venus born, thy beauty shows;But who thy father, no man knows:Nor can the skilful herald traceThe founder of thy ...
SOLEMN he paced upon that schooner's deck,And muttered of his hardships: - "I have beenWhere the wild will of Mississippi's ...
The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too, The crocus, patty kay, the rich hearts' ease;The polyanthus peeps with blebs ...
Preludes.I The Comparison Where she succeeds with cloudless brow, ...
THE MOTHER'S COUNSEL.Ahti, hero of the Islands,Wild magician, Lemminkainen,Also known as Kaukomieli,Hastened from the great carousal,From the banquet-halls of Louhi,From ...
If A veteran author had wished to engage Our assistance to-day, for a speech from the stage, We ...
Fortune well-Pictur'd on a rolling Globe, With waving Locks, and thin transparent Robe, A Man beholding, to his Neighbor cry'd, ...
I create an elephant of my scarce resources.Some pieces of woodtaken of old furnituremight keep him straight.And I fill him ...
(SEQUOIA GIGANTEA)Brown foundling of the Western wood, Babe of primeval wildernesses!Long on my table thou hast stood Encounters strange and ...
If it has been the misery of my fate To mix too closely with the knave and fool, In these ...
A swallow swooping down upon the water encounters another one that's rising up from the heaven of the basin: they ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
If we let them, if we are open moments of reflection, awareness being presence, in each instance being educated by ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
I have longed to hit the quill and hear the faithful tick-tock of a perishing machine I have longed to ...
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