At The Fishhouses (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
In memory of Marjorie Carr Stevens Each day with so much ceremony begins, with birds, with bells, with whistles from ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
water for dance shadows last. walk the paris streets, slow. sweet rain, all their eyes linger within my soul, evening. ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
Neruda's Hat On a day when weather stole every breeze, Pablo told her he kept bits of his poems tucked ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand, With wave upon slowly shattering wave, Turned to the city ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
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