Untitled #9 (Nijole Miliauskaite Poems)
Youwho led the way into the forest'scool shadows: your foreheadwas marked by a tiny forget-me-notthat grew alongside the ditch when ...
Youwho led the way into the forest'scool shadows: your foreheadwas marked by a tiny forget-me-notthat grew alongside the ditch when ...
THE long-drawn bray of the assIn the Sicilian twilight--_All mares are dead!All mares are dead!Oh-h!Oh-h-h!Oh-h-h-h-h--h!!I can't bear it, I can't ...
No matter what I say,All that I really loveIs the rain that flattens on the bay,And the eel-grass in the ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
She sights a Bird -- she chuckles -- She flattens -- then she crawls -- She runs without the look ...
Divorced, but friends again at last, we walk old ground together in bright blue uncomplicated weather. We laugh and pause ...
No matter what I say, All that I really love Is the rain that flattens on the bay, And the ...
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