Belfast Tune (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
Here's a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to ...
Here's a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
So there you sit. And how much blood was shed That you might sit there. Do such stories bore you? ...
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
I dreamt I was in love again With the One Before the Last, And smiled to greet the pleasant pain ...
Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes, ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
(For G. H.) Say, does that stupid earth Where they have laid her, Bind still her sullen mirth, Mirth which ...
Who caroused in the Dirt and was corrected by His Uncle. His Uncle came upon Franklin Hyde Carousing in the ...
He loom' so cagey he say 'Leema beans' and measured his intake to the atmosphere of that fairly stable country. ...
The greens of the Ganges delta foliate. Of heartless youth made late aware he pled: Brownies, please come. To Henry ...
There were strange gatherings. A vote would come that would be no vote. There would come a rope. Yes. There ...
Come touch me baby in his waking dream disordered Henry murmured. I'll read you Hegel and that will hurt your ...
Disturbed, when Henry's love returned with a hubby,â?" I see that, Henry, I don't put that down,â?" he thought he ...
When worst got things, how was you? Steady on? Wheedling, or shockt her & you have been bad to your ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
ANCIEN REGIME I Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely, As ...
GUDE pity me, because I'm little! For though I am an elf o' mettle, An' can, like ony wabster's shuttle, ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
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