The Dream (Juan Francisco Manzano Poems)
ADDRESSED TO MY YOUNGER BROTHER. THOU knowest, dear Florence, my sufferings of old, The struggles maintained with oppression for years, We shared them ...
ADDRESSED TO MY YOUNGER BROTHER. THOU knowest, dear Florence, my sufferings of old, The struggles maintained with oppression for years, We shared them ...
Night. Now a tent was pitched, and Japhet satIn the door and watched, for on a litter layThe father of ...
The lull of the Winter is over; and Spring Comes back, as delicious and buoyant a thing, As airy, and fairy, and ...
Two years had the tiger, whose shape was that of a sinister man,Been out since the night of escape — ...
ON the third day from this (Saint Brendan said)I will be where no wind that filled a sailHas ever been, ...
Arise to birth with me, my brother.Give me your hand out of the depthssown by your sorrows.You will not return ...
I. An afternoon as ripe with heat As might the golden pippin be With mellowness if at my feet It dropped now from the ...
CHILD of an ancient Himalayan line,Whose cousins thy ancestral home adornNigh where the snow-peaks greet the coming mornWith pink as ...
THE BREWING OF BEER.Now we sing the wondrous legends,Songs of wedding-feasts and dances,Sing the melodies of wedlock,Sing the songs of ...
DEATH OF LEMMINKAINEN.Lemminkainen, much disheartened,Deeply thought and long considered,What to do, what course to follow,Whether best to leave the wild-mooseIn ...
Far in the east the rain-clouds sweep and harry, Down the long haggard hills, formless and low,Far in the west ...
I looked far in the future; down the dimEcholess avenue of silent years,And through the cold grey haze of Time ...
"The ridge is open to all moody weather: The bruisings of the blizzard leave it numb; From the scorched south ...
Aloft upon an old basaltic crag,Which, scalped by keen winds that defend the Pole,Gazes with dead face on the seas ...
1I understand the boredom of the clerksfatigue shifting like dunes within their eyesa frightful nausea gumming up the worksthat once ...
What is this reverence in extreme delight That waits upon my kisses as they Storm, Vehemently, this height Of Steep ...
In her last hour of life the treeGave up her glorious memories,Wild scent of wood anemone,The sapphire blue of April ...
The lean coyote, prowler of the night, Slips to his rocky fastnesses, Jack-rabbits noiselessly shuttle among the sage-brush, ...
I sat within the temple of her heart, And watched the living Soul as it passed through, Arrayed in pearly ...
I All night, through the eternity of night, Pain was my potion though I could not feel. Deep in my ...
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