A Treatise On Poetry: IV Natura (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
TO APHRODITEI.Oh, thou most lovely and most beautiful!- Wherever cooingly thy white doves lull Thy bright eyes to soft slumber; ...
A clock aeonian, steady and tall,With its back to creation's flaming wall,Stands at the foot of a dim, wide stair.Swing, ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
Through the half-open'd casement stream'd the light Of the departing sun. The golden haze Of the red western ...
The ancient Barbarossa, Friedrich, the Kaiser great, Within the castle-cavern Sits in enchanted state. He did not die; ...
The slope rises rapidly in the shadow of the houses; amid the eaves and gutters appears a limpid sky... The ...
The feverish room and that white bed,The tumbled skirts upon a chair,The novel flung half-open, whereHat, hair-pins, puffs, and paints ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
[Goethe describes this much-admired Poem, which he wrote in honour of his love Lily, as being "designed to change his ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
WAGON WHEEL GAP is a place I never saw And Red Horse Gulch and the chutes of Cripple Creek. Red-shirted ...
IT'S a lonely road through bogland to the lake at Carrowmore, And a sleeper there lies dreaming where the water ...
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: maybe it ...
I was Willie Metcalf. They used to call me "Doctor Meyers" Because, they said, I looked like him. And he ...
Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane, O Moon! and round thee all thy starry train Came forth to ...
Page 5 A few hours more, station, deserted, a dirt road for inside the town, mud, mud, blankets outside, mouldering ...
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