The Story Of The Cat That Played With The Candle Flame (Ozdemir Asaf Poems)
IA candle was burning in the room of a house.There was a cat in the house too.As nights went by ...
IA candle was burning in the room of a house.There was a cat in the house too.As nights went by ...
Aw wodn't gie a penny piece To be a millionaire,For him 'at's little cattle, is The chap wi' little care.Jewels may flash ...
IWhen you are trying to sleep, Solominka,In your enormous bedroom, and are waiting,Sleepless, for the high and weighty ceiling to ...
March days return with their covert light,and huge fish swim through the sky,vague earthly vapours progress in secret,things slip to ...
There are quiet nightsBore you stiff with silence,There are people livingAs though dead,All kinds of desiresStay quiet inside them,The way ...
It is an old piano, belonged to a grandmother, dead in another century. And it plays and it cries and ...
"The Soul In The BodyWHAT if the Soul her real life elsewhere holds, Her faint reflex Time's darkling stream enfolds, ...
Behind the door, beyond the light,Who is it waits there in the night?When he has entered he will stand,Imposing with ...
Although you have given me a stomach upset, Weak knees, a lurching heart, a fuzzy brain, A high-pitched laugh, a ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
And I grew up in patterned tranquillity, In the cool nursery of the young century. And the voice of man ...
It is snowing and death bugs me as stubborn as insomnia. The fierce bubbles of chalk, the little white lesions ...
So it has come to this insomnia at 3:15 A.M., the clock tolling its engine like a frog following a ...
The night still frightens you. You know it is interminable And of vast, unimaginable dimensions. "That's because His insomnia is ...
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Walt Whitman One Out ...
The young maricones and the horny muchachas, The big fat widows delirious from insomnia, The young wives thirty hours' pregnant, ...
Insomnia. Homer. Taut canvas. Half the catalogue of ships is mine: that flight of cranes, long stretched-out line, that once ...
I. Insomnia The bulb at the front door burns and burns. If it were a white rose it would tire ...
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