Dawn (Carlos Drummond de Andrade Poems)
The poet rode the trolley drunk.The sun came up behind the yards.The small hotels slept very sadly.The houses too were ...
The poet rode the trolley drunk.The sun came up behind the yards.The small hotels slept very sadly.The houses too were ...
Written from the Plymouth where portentous mistPasses its hands across the tattered theatres'Faces, hit houses hate to hate but must;Recumbent ...
Oh, who would choose to be a traveler?—That anxious railway-guide unravelerWho spends his nights in berths and bunks,His days in ...
You might come here Sunday on a whim. Say your life broke down. The last good kiss you had was ...
I was born in 1902 I never once went back to my birthplace I don't like to turn back at ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
We must have clamored for the same mother, hurried for the same womb. I know it now as I read ...
( A Poem in Remembrance) Bhaskar Roy Barman Jimmy, a black, snub-nosed bitch, a jaw shoved out, your eyes throwing ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
HERE is a face that says half-past seven the same way whether a murder or a wedding goes on, whether ...
(WASHINGTON SQUARE) I met him, as one meets a ghost or two, Between the gray Arch and the old Hotel. ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb Where the yew trees blow ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
I. EDWIN BOOTH An old actor at the Player's Club told me that Edwin Booth first impersonated Hamlet when a ...
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