The Faithless Wife (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
So I took her to the river believing she was a maiden, but she already had a husband. It was ...
So I took her to the river believing she was a maiden, but she already had a husband. It was ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
On Fridays he'd open a can of Jax After coming home from the mill, & ask me to write a ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
What can I tell you that you don't know that will make you tremble again? Forsythia by the roadside, by ...
The flowers of the morning rose hyacinth, tulips, daffodils, narcissus, in the garden sudden illumined washed, from a distance alive ...
Up through the rich fertile soil of the garden the strong hyacinth grows like a pineapple's headdress the feathered leaves ...
Like mighty aloe vera leaves, protecting the cluster of blue within their protective quills the green leaves wrap 'round the ...
A cold gray afternoon cocooned indoors, watching the scene change outside, in the colors, the feel, the mood morphing day, ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I first tasted under Apollo's lips, love and love sweetness, I, Evadne; my hair is made of crisp violets or ...
Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words That ...
I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
O LUVE will venture in where it daur na weel be seen, O luve will venture in where wisdom ance ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadst ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
The abode of the nightingale is bare, Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air, The fox howls from his frozen ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
The darkness steals the forms of all the queens, But oh, the palms of his two black hands are red, ...
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