The End Of March (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
All or Nothing The final race. the final decision All disgrace or fortune all Either I fall or I stand ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind ...
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel, Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight, And into the shadow ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
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, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
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 ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
BALKIS was in her marble town, And shadow over the world came down. Whiteness of walls, towers and piers, That ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
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