They Should Have Provided (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
I have almost been reduced to a homeless pauper. This fatal city, Antioch, has consumed all my money; this fatal ...
I have almost been reduced to a homeless pauper. This fatal city, Antioch, has consumed all my money; this fatal ...
As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Last, the youngest son was taken: Very rough and thick his hair was, Very round and red his face was, ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
And with that she began nursing her child again, singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, ...
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
There was a man in New York City (His name was George Adolphus Knight) So soft of heart he wept ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
To the cities I came in a time of disorder That was ruled by hunger. I sheltered with the people ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammels and computers live together in ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
HERE, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined, Accept the gift; though humble he ...
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
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