Landscape of a Vomiting Multitude (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
The fat lady came out first, tearing out roots and moistening drumskins. The fat lady who turns dying octopuses inside ...
The fat lady came out first, tearing out roots and moistening drumskins. The fat lady who turns dying octopuses inside ...
When the swans turned my sister into a swan I would go to the lake, at night, from milking: The ...
Gasholders, russet among fields. Milldams, marlpools that lay unstirring. Eel-swarms. Coagulations of frogs: once, with branches and half-bricks, he battered ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted ...
i met a frog in my garden today lurking under a stone - it said there used to be a ...
THE stork who worms and frogs devours That in our ponds reside, Why should he dwell on high church-towers, With ...
A POOL was once congeal'd with frost; The frogs, in its deep waters lost, No longer dared to croak or ...
My Valentine isn't always nice and sweet, Some of those qualities she doesn't always meet; She spends all day raising ...
The creatures of the air are the creatures of creation Birds, bats, flying squirrel, flying fish, cardinals, crow, pelican, penguin, ...
I WALKED down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Bee! I'm expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due -- The Frogs got Home ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
There are five men in the moonlight That by their shadows stand; Three hobble humped on crutches, And two lack ...
Listening to the moon, gazing at the croaking of frogs in a field of ripe rice. (Yosa Buson)
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
sway with me, everything sad -- madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev'ry thing did seem to paint The Scene ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a ...
I I had forgotten how the frogs must sound After a year of silence, else I think I should not ...
When she says Margarita she means Daiquiri. When she says quixotic she means mercurial. And when she says, "I'll never ...
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
She lies in her well-kept apartment above the spick and span cathedral in the heart of the walled city above ...
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