The Joyful Man Franz (Aleksandr Ivanovich Vvedensky Poems)
the joyful man Franz maintained protuberancefrom start to finishhe never came down the porch measured stars named flowers believed I ...
the joyful man Franz maintained protuberancefrom start to finishhe never came down the porch measured stars named flowers believed I ...
In a sailormen's restaurant Rotherhithe way,Where the din of the docksides is loud all the day,And the breezes come bringing ...
'Twas what ye'd call a nasty night,An' 'twa''t no time to pick a fight,Th' we struck th' zone;Th' fog wuz ...
I hear thee, echo! And I start to hear thee With a strange shock, as from among the hillsThy ...
If you've ever stood a midwatch in the cavern of the night,With the sea wolves racing past you in a ...
A wave-worn boulder, with green sea-moss wrapping A silken mantle o'er its jagged sides; And silvery, seething waters softly ...
You are growing convalescent As pain's fingers are withdrawn;And you waken in a strange, white room at last; Yet your ...
Tuggin' at your bottle, An' it's O, you're mighty sweet!Just a bunch of dimples From your top-knot to your feet,Lying ...
The cunningest thing that a baby can doIs the very first time it plays peek-a-boo;When it hides its pink little ...
MY SOUL is raying like a star,My heart is happier than a bird,And all to hear through fortune's jarOne promissory ...
54If I should die,And you should live-And time should gurgle on-And morn should beam-And noon should burn-As it has usual ...
I have been temperate always, But I am like to be very drunk With your coming. There have been times ...
They have eaten their fill at your tables spread, Like friends since the land was won; And they rise with ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
At the back of the houses there is the wood. While there is a leaf of summer left, the wood ...
If I should die, And you should live -- And time should gurgle on -- And morn should beam -- ...
Everything has its limit, including sorrow. A windowpane stalls a stare. Nor does a grill abandon a leaf. One may ...
OH! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, ...
(or 'Huddersfield the Second Poetry Capital of England Re-visited') What was it Janice Simmons said to me as James lay ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
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