The Pit (Ivan Goran Kovacic Poems)
BLOOD is my daylight, and darkness too. Blessing of night has been gouged from my cheeks Bearing with it my more lucky ...
BLOOD is my daylight, and darkness too. Blessing of night has been gouged from my cheeks Bearing with it my more lucky ...
Down the broad _Ha-Ha Wak-pa_ the band took their way to the Games at _Keoza_While the swift-footed hunters by land ran the ...
A LOVER whom duty called over the wave,With himself communed: "Will my love be trueIf left to herself? Had I ...
Nodding, nodding 'pon thy stem,Thou bloom o' morn; nodding, noddingTo the bees, asearch o' honey's sweet.Wilt thou to droop, and ...
Today I heard a harp mournBeneath the hand of one who stroked.Strange, but the echo laughed!How might I know thenWhether ...
Aye, but she?Your other sister and my other soulGrave Silence, lovelierThan the three loveliest maidens, what of her?Clio, not you,Not ...
There is a parable in the pathless cloud,There's prophecy in heaven,--they did not lie,The Chaldee shepherds; seal-ed from the proud,To ...
We were a baker's dozen in the house—six women and six menBesides myself; and all of us had knownThose benefits ...
When I'm sittin' in me dug-out, with me rifle on me knees, An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up ...
Be-wigged and gowned, the Speaker frowned, And his frown was ill to see."Oddsfish!" he spake, "Do I mistake? Stands 'And' ...
Long John McDougal, the wax-end and leather man, Solon of the main street, full of curious lore,Keen-eyed and frugal, politician, ...
He dreaded not dark, nor the lonely road, For the world, as he knew it, was kind.Nor threat of the ...
I've never had much truck with kings (Said old George Jones). For all my daysMy lot's been cast 'mid common ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
In my youth's years, she loved me, I am sure. The flute of seven pipes she gave in my tenure ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
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