Sweet Apples (Albinas Zukauskas Poems)
Well, maybe now, towards autumn,In the dusk, when in my father's orchardA giant moon hangs on above the fence,When from ...
Well, maybe now, towards autumn,In the dusk, when in my father's orchardA giant moon hangs on above the fence,When from ...
IThe incognizable kings of Night, within their unrevealed abyssHave built them a metropolis against the kingdoms of the light.Its mountain-passing ...
MY bark floats on the sea of death, Of deep'ning waves the sport; And dull disease, with heavy breath, Impels ...
Packs of houses squat along rotten streets,Around whose hump a gray sun shines.A perfumed, half crazy little poodleCasts exhausted eyes ...
Another prospect pleased the builder's eye, And Fashion tenanted (where Fashion wanes) Here in the sorrowful suburban lanes When first ...
The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path, Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky, Draws towards the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured, This air, a little indistinct with autumn Like a reflection, constitute the ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
When man had ceased to utter his lament, A god then let me tell my tale of sorrow. WHAT hope ...
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
Just because we've torn their statues down, and cast them from their temples, doesn't for a moment mean the gods ...
The twentieth year is well nigh past Since first our sky was overcast;- Ah would that this might be the ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman So much obsessed with a piece of work devolved upon me and fed up with it, I ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, Big with wrecked promise and ...
Another prospect pleased the builder's eye, And Fashion tenanted (where Fashion wanes) Here in the sorrowful suburban lanes When first ...
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