Dream Song 19: Here, whence (John Berryman Poem)
Here, whence all have departed orwill do, here airless, where that witchy ball wanted, fought toward, dreamed of, all a ...
Here, whence all have departed orwill do, here airless, where that witchy ball wanted, fought toward, dreamed of, all a ...
MOTHER of memories, mistress of mistresses, O thou, my pleasure, thou, all my desire, Thou shalt recall the beauty of ...
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
MUSIC doth uplift me like a sea Towards my planet pale, Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity I lift ...
THOU, O my Grief, be wise and tranquil still, The eve is thine which even now drops down, To carry ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, ...
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave-- ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
WILT thou be my Dearie? When Sorrow wring thy gentle heart, O wilt thou let me cheer thee! By the ...
O STEER her up, an' haud her gaun, Her mither's at the mill, jo; An' gin she winna tak a ...
HERE, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined, Accept the gift; though humble he ...
MY Peggy's face, my Peggy's form, The frost of hermit Age might warm; My Peggy's worth, my Peggy's mind, Might ...
THIS 1 wot ye all whom it concerns, I, Rhymer Robin, alias Burns, October twenty-third, A ne'er-to-be-forgotten day, Sae far ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Days that cannot bring you near or will not, Distance trying to appear something more obstinate, argue argue argue with ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold ...
Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came The low, sweet tones of happy flowers, Singing little ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
Love and the gentle heart are one thing, just as the poet says in his verse, each from the other ...
There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. Its reasoning about ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flecks ...
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
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