Conversation With A Genius (Marina Ivanova Tsvetaeva Poems)
Like mountains - on this browLaurels of praise."I can't sing!"- "You will!" - "Sound(Put me on a dietof flour!)Like milk ...
Like mountains - on this browLaurels of praise."I can't sing!"- "You will!" - "Sound(Put me on a dietof flour!)Like milk ...
Where Claribel low-liethThe breezes pause and die,Letting the rose-leaves fall:But the solemn oak-tree sigheth,Thick-leaved, ambrosial,With an ancient melodyOf an inward ...
He was a Glug of simple charm;He wished no living creature harm. His kindly smile like sunlight fell On all ...
Rufus Gale speaks--1852Yes,--in the Lincoln Militia,--in the war of eighteen-twelve;Many's the day I've had since then to dig and delve--But ...
Mother of the Fair Delight,Thou handmaid perfect in God's sight,Now sitting fourth beside the Three,Thyself a woman-Trinity,-Being a daughter born ...
Because I live, ye shall live also.Calmly the Paschal moonlight now is sleeping On mossy hillock and on headstone ...
Between the Road and the HarborIt is a little graveyard in a small island village, and it liesbetween the blue ...
Over Sir John's hill,The hawk on fire hangs still;In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his ...
Oh, you young radicals and dreamers,You dauntless fledglingsWho pass by my headstone,Mock not its record of my captaincy in the ...
Because I liked you better Than suits a man to say,It irked you, and I promised To throw the thought ...
Because I liked you better Than suits a man to say, It irked you, and I promised To throw the ...
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
Up the ash tree climbs the ivy, Up the ivy climbs the sun, With a twenty-thousand pattering, Has a valley ...
FAME. See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of ...
I. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were ...
Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall: But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With ...
Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall: But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With ...
Dire one and desired one, Savior, sentencer-- In an old allegory you would carry A chained alphabet of tokens: Ankh ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
On the then-below-zero day, it was on, near the patients' chair, the old heater kept by the analyst's couch, at ...
Oh, you young radicals and dreamers, You dauntless fledglings Who pass by my headstone, Mock not its record of my ...
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