Nocturne (Cesare Pavese Poems)
The hill is like night against the clear sky.Your head framed against it, barely moving,and moving with the sky. You ...
The hill is like night against the clear sky.Your head framed against it, barely moving,and moving with the sky. You ...
Sunday Night, June 1st, 1902.The news of peace goes forth With shouting through the land,Glad heart is answering heart And ...
Two genii are there, from thy birth through weary life to guide thee; Ah, happy when, united both, they stand ...
Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to ...
Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
Their Barricade against the Sky The martial Trees withdraw And with a Flag at every turn Their Armies are no ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
Tufts, follicles, grubstake biennial rosettes, a low- life beach-blond scruff of couch grass: notwithstanding the interglinting dregs of wholesale upheaval ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
The last leaves fell like notes from a piano and left their ovals echoing in the ear; with gawky music ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
This is not Love, perhaps, Love that lays down its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown, ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides; And, ...
The tyrant Dionys to seek, Stern Moerus with his poniard crept; The watchful guard upon him swept; The grim king ...
Two genii are there, from thy birth through weary life to guide thee; Ah, happy when, united both, they stand ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my ...
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