City That Does Not Sleep (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl ...
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
O soft embalmer of the still midnight, Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light, ...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour; and behold my head. -- George Herbert Long ...
The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less; The times are winter, watch, a world undone: They waste, they ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
August 6, 1916.-Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.) .but I was ...
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
Forgetfulness is like a song That, freed from beat and measure, wanders. Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are ...
SO shuts the marigold her leaves At the departure of the sun; So from the honeysuckle sheaves The bee goes ...
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Indeed I live in the dark ages! A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens A hard heart. ...
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
Distraction is the panacea, Sir! I hear my oracle of Medicine say. Doctor! that same specific yesterday I tried, and ...
Neither spite, fellow citizens, Nor forgetfulness of the shiftlessness, And the lawlessness and waste Under democracy's rule in Spoon River ...
Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that's bring'st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the ...
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