Untitled #13 (Nijole Miliauskaite Poems)
it was not Alisathe girl who posed in the photographwith barefeet, half-naked, dressedin rags, her dark haircropped shortone hand pressed ...
it was not Alisathe girl who posed in the photographwith barefeet, half-naked, dressedin rags, her dark haircropped shortone hand pressed ...
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
"'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and ...
SUMMER passed by, and Autumn; Winter came With grey cold days and black unpitying nights, And many children gathered round ...
DESCRIBE the Borough--though our idle tribeMay love description, can we so describe,That you shall fairly streets and buildings trace,And all ...
A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall, And a message: 'Come out to the back of the run- Be out ...
The night had sunk along the city, It was a bleak and cheerless hour;The wild-winds sung their solemn ditty ...
``Come and listen to my ditty.'' On that fam'd and ancient station Where to Thames the Medway runs, When in ...
They in the darkness gather and ask Her name, the mistress of their endless task. The Toilers ...
CRUEL and wild the battle: Great horses plunged and reared, And through dust-cloud and smoke-cloud, Blood-red with sunset's angry flush, ...
O the breasts of youthO the pallid waters of the fig-eatersThe cobblestones echo with the steps of morning peopleThicket of ...
THE ELDER'S bridal in July, Bright as a cloud! A ripe blonde girl, Billowing to the ground in foamy petticoats, ...
I stand at noon upon the heated flags At the bleached crossing of two streets, and dream ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
I found him in the guard-room at the Base. From the blind darkness I had heard his crying And blundered ...
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, ...
There was a time when in late afternoon The four-o'clocks would fold up at day's close Pink-white in prayer, and ...
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