The Heroic Enthusiasts: Part 2: Third Dialogue (Giordano Bruno Poems)
_Interlocutors_:LIBERIO. LAODONIO.LIB. Reclining in the shade of a cypress-tree, the enthusiast findinghis mind free from other thoughts, it happened that ...
_Interlocutors_:LIBERIO. LAODONIO.LIB. Reclining in the shade of a cypress-tree, the enthusiast findinghis mind free from other thoughts, it happened that ...
When the sun goes down, they told me,I have to slash my veins;it's only noon,I've a few hours left to ...
That cold winter eveningThe fire would not draw,And the whole family hungOver the dismal grateWhere rain-soaked logsBubbled, hissed and steamed.Then, ...
THE RIVAL SUITORSWainamoinen, old and truthful,Long considered, long debated,How to woo and win the daughterOf the hostess of Pohyola,How to ...
OTSO THE HONEY-EATER.Came the tidings to Pohyola,To the village of the Northland,That Wainola had recoveredFrom her troubles and misfortunes,From her ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
ORIGIN OF IRON.Wainamoinen, thus encouraged,Quickly rises in his snow-sledge,Asking no one for assistance,Straightway hastens to the cottage,Takes a seat within ...
OTHO A word, Poppaea! POPPAEA I will speak with you If you will speak for kindness; but your brows Are ...
Say (sweetest) whether thou didst use me well, If when in my hearts ...
'Clearing Black SectionPatrol Bass Rock,'Leaps heart; after shockAction comes stumbling;Snatch your helmet;Then run smoothly, to the grumblingOf a dozing Merlin ...
Watching the weather checking the gear loading the car for the ski trip nothing to fear Down in the shop ...
The sun holding sway, warming, heating puddles on the walkway where the snow had just been building warming, the weather ...
Even filtered sunlight, through the storm clouds, wedges of sun, piercing through the sidewalk, the driveway, the sleet, snow giving ...
Field trip On the bus Down the road To see science The bog Sucked my leg Into the sphagnum Florescent ...
for tess Tonight there's a crowd in my head: all the things you are not yet. You are words without ...
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
(or 'Huddersfield the Second Poetry Capital of England Re-visited') What was it Janice Simmons said to me as James lay ...
So they bought you And kept you in a Very good home Cental heating TV A deep freeze A very ...
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