What Kind Of A Person (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me. I'm a person with a complex plumbing ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There's nothing can dismarble now ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
You take my hand and I'm suddenly in a bad movie, it goes on and on and why am I ...
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, this is a fish, blue and flat on ...
Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of ...
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And ...
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming, That can sing both high ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone; But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and ...
If you had a friend strong, simple, true, Who knew your faults and who understood; Who believed in the very ...
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