Strophes (Kostas Karyotakis Poems)
1.For twenty years I gambledwith books instead of cards;for twenty years I gambledand I squandered my life.Poor now I lie ...
1.For twenty years I gambledwith books instead of cards;for twenty years I gambledand I squandered my life.Poor now I lie ...
At Kotri, by the river, when the evening's sun is low,The waving palm trees quiver, the golden waters glow,The shining ...
One night I dreamt that on a shoreOf far-off Eastern lands I stood,And to my ears the breezes boreFaint music ...
Do you remember the wood, love, That skirted the meadow so green;Where the cooing was heard of the stock-dove, And the sunlight ...
(For Kenneth)CLOSE upon the window-glass pressed our eager faces-Hearts and torches all aflare, frame on frame of laces,Wreathing roses all ...
The troubles of life are many, The pleasures of life are few;When we sat in the sunlight, Annie, I dreamt ...
"The ridge is open to all moody weather: The bruisings of the blizzard leave it numb; From the scorched south ...
July 6: 1535The midnight moaning streamDraws down its glassy surface through the bridgeThat o'er the current casts a tower'd ridge,Dark ...
Meintjes Kopje! Meintjes Kopje! Do the purple daisies grow On your rugged slopes ...
At noon of night the goddess, silver-stoled, Came with light foot across the moonlit land, And breezes soft as blow ...
Warming blue Across the arc of the dome He left for us after the Flood Daubs of color Dabbed on ...
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
HOW lang and dreary is the night When I am frae my Dearie; I restless lie frae e'en to morn ...
HOW long and dreary is the night, When I am frae my dearie! I sleepless lie frae e'en to morn, ...
WEE, modest crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender ...
ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil ...
The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
IN the highlands, in the country places, Where the old plain men have rosy faces, And the young fair maidens ...
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