The Thorn Forest (Dante Alighieri Poems)
Then dark with dripping blood it gave a howland cried again: "Our damaged branches ache!Your pillage maims me! Can't you ...
Then dark with dripping blood it gave a howland cried again: "Our damaged branches ache!Your pillage maims me! Can't you ...
The blue jay with a crest on his headComes round the cabin in the snow.He runs in the snow like ...
The lovely things that I have watched unthinking,Unknowing, day by day,That their soft dyes have steeped my soul in colourThat ...
The carriage brushes through the brightLeaves (violent jets from life to light);Strong polished speed is plunging, heavesBetween the showers of ...
And yet I feel content and don't get tired of slashing with my fingers through the air, tarantella-like. The hands ...
Lovely SemiramisCloses her slanting eyes:Dead is she long ago,From her fan sliding slowParrot-bright fire's feathersGilded as June weathers,Plumes like the ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
The strong shore is my beloved And I am his sweetheart. We are at last united by love, and Then ...
I did not delight in love so much as in a kiss like linnets' wings, the flutterings of a pulse ...
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country, rises that tableland, high delicate outline of bony slopes wincing ...
"What knight or what vassal will be so bold As to plunge in the gulf below? See! I hurl in ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
LOVELY Semiramis Closes her slanting eyes: Dead is she long ago. From her fan, sliding slow, Parrot-bright fire's feathers, Gilded ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
We look on the shoulders filling the stage of the Chicago Auditorium. A fat mayor has spoken much English and ...
Tiny green birds skate over the surface of the room. A naked girl prepares a basin with steaming water, And ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
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