Roosters (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
A sunset's mounded cloud; A diamond evening-star; Sad blue hills afar; Love in his shroud. Scarcely a tear to shed; ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
This little bag I hope will prove To be not vainly made-- For, if you should a needle want It ...
Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green, As, on opening the box, may be seen, Some years of a ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
What name do I have for you? Certainly there is not name for you In the sense that the stars ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Near the wall of a house painted to look like stone, I saw visions of God. A sleepless night that ...
On a roof in the Old City Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight: The white sheet of a woman ...
The end was quick and bitter. Slow and sweet was the time between us, slow and sweet were the nights ...
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