Consolation (Billy Collins Poem)
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
All afternoon I have been struggling to communicate in Italian with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun to resemble the ...
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
It is that perennial immateriality dwelling between living and dying crouched in the corners and grappling by the hinges only ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
I have questioned the loyalty of rivers in winter, their yearnings for oceans obstructed, indecisive meandering clogged by ice floes ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The shades of night was fallin' slow As through New York a guy did go And nail on ev'ry barroom ...
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders ...
Though bleak these woods and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strewn, And cold the wind that wanders ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
Walking through a field with my little brother Seth I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in ...
It had been four days of no weather as if nature had conceded its genius to the indoors. They'd closed ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
(For G. H.) Say, does that stupid earth Where they have laid her, Bind still her sullen mirth, Mirth which ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka's hat. ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines ...
If I could live again my life, In the next - I'll try, - to make more mistakes, I won't ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
in the night the deep deep night do i dance where mirror images are lost within i bleed across the ...
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