A Prodigal (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, ...
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
In his cool hall, with haggard eyes, The Roman noble lay; He drove abroad, in furious guise, Along the Appian ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
WEE, modest crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender ...
SWEET closes the ev'ning on Craigieburn Wood, And blythely awaukens the morrow; But the pride o' the spring in the ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
THERE was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen, Scroggam; She brew'd gude ale for gentlemen; Sing auld Cowl lay ye down ...
THOU ling'ring star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My ...
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
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