Ballad XXII (Christine de Pizan Poems)
When I see these lovers trueExchanging looks so sweetlyBetween themselves, and a fewSweet glances, soft and gently,Stealing aside, with light ...
When I see these lovers trueExchanging looks so sweetlyBetween themselves, and a fewSweet glances, soft and gently,Stealing aside, with light ...
Poor heart, what bitter words we speak When God speaks of resigning! Children, that lay their pretty garlands by So ...
How soon doth man decay! When clothes are taken from a chest of sweets To swaddle infants, whose young breath ...
And a merchant said, "Speak to us of Buying and Selling." And he answered and said: To you the earth ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
I didn't pull over stopping on our journey going to grandmother's house to celebrate our Christmas exchanging gifts spending time ...
When wisdom graces us her voice raising across the face of the earth singing one tune When she is singing ...
She is the speaker the muse that guides the pen infused with the Spirit's power giving us meaning a framework, ...
In the mockery of a trial a corrupt court convening in the dark of the night in secret and in ...
He who was in glory, crowned on his throne falling, coming down from on high humbling himself, growing, walking being ...
The last leaves fell like notes from a piano and left their ovals echoing in the ear; with gawky music ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
As milled silver I was welcome In every gutter, tinkling over cobbles I rang the truth loudly on solid-oak counters ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
Hear I the creaking gate unclose? The gleaming latch uplifted? No--'twas the wind that, whirring, rose, Amidst the poplars drifted! ...
Drugs made Pauline vague. She sat one day at the breakfast table Fingering in a baffled way The fronds of ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
from an officer's diary during the last war I The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids. "Stephan! Stephan!" The ...
Fair is the wedded reign of Night and Day. Each rules a half of earth with different sway, Exchanging kingdoms, ...
This is the beginning of a new day. I have been given this day to use as I will. I ...
This is the Beginning of a New Day. I Can Waste It ... or Use It For Good. But What ...
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