July (Boris Pasternak Poems)
A ghost is roaming through the building,And shadows in the attic browse;Persistently intent on mischiefA goblin roams about the house.He ...
A ghost is roaming through the building,And shadows in the attic browse;Persistently intent on mischiefA goblin roams about the house.He ...
I am the nigger.Singer of songs,Dancer. . .Softer than fluff of cotton. . .Harder than dark earthRoads beaten in the ...
These are my two drops of rainWaiting on the window-pane. I am waiting here to seeWhich the winning one will ...
Nobody said Apples for nearly a minuteI thought I should die.Finally, though, the second sardine,from the end, on the left,converted ...
The piles on the granite rocks in the river the heavy first snowfall melting in the weather Their sides eaten ...
Racing to her meeting gulping down dinner racing to the door but she ran to the little room To catch ...
Light flakes, clusters of powder dancing in the air falling, defying gravity, swirling, spinning, rising puffed up by the side ...
I smiled that spring morning thinking of the welcome the songbird got from his mate as he took flight once ...
The edge of the water's surface Cupped a bit of Mallard down this morning. Shed and forgotten by its owner ...
Driveby friendships in the inbetween times the gaps, spaces between classes, lunch, studying caught in line, in the hall, bookstore, ...
Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky - Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the ...
I'll tell you a seafaring story, Of a lad who won honour and fame Wi' Nelson at Battle 'Trafalgar, Joe ...
This hideous, upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromed in places, design possibility for the future canned ham. Its genius wonderful, circa ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
Two men I saw reel from a bar And stumble down the street; Coarse and uncouth as workmen are, They ...
Paula is digging and shaping the loam of a salvia, Scarlet Chinese talker of summer. Two petals of crabapple blossom ...
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would ...
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by. This is the leave ...
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