The House of Odes (Pablo Neruda Poems)
Writingtheseodesin thisyear nineteenhundred andfifty-five,readying and tuningmy demanding, murmuring lyre,I know who I amand where my song is going.I understandthat the ...
Writingtheseodesin thisyear nineteenhundred andfifty-five,readying and tuningmy demanding, murmuring lyre,I know who I amand where my song is going.I understandthat the ...
It is my dream to have you here with me,Out of the heated city's dust and din--Here where the colts ...
Tears flow down the girl's face:Loved, promised, doesn't write.Summer can't be brought backAnd she wrings her hands on the counter.Castles ...
Clash, clash goes the sabre against my steed's side,Kling, kling go the rowels, as onward I ride;And all my bright ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up on its hind legs ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
GIVE me your anathema. Speak new damnations on my head. The evening mist in the hills is soft. The boulders ...
SOMEBODY'S little girl-how easy to make a sob story over who she was once and who she is now. Somebody's ...
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