Strayed Crab (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
He sleeps on the top of a mast. - Bunyan He sleeps on the top of a mast with his ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
September rain falls on the house. In the failing light, the old grandmother sits in the kitchen with the child ...
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
This is going to cost you. If you really want to hear a country fiddle, you have to listen hard, ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright ...
I live, I die, I burn, I drown I endure at once chill and cold Life is at once too ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task of governing it ...
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