Landscape of a Pissing Multitude (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
In Italy, where this sort of thing can occur, I had a vision once - though you understand It was ...
seven lacqueur ducks on a silver pond their rippling held in a moveless ...
(service resettlement courses at studio fronceri - west wales) and the swords came in their varying degrees of shininess and ...
A gray patina, a wash over the day the colors of my vision cold, waiting for December rain rushes, ancient ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar ...
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
That summer sun, whose genial glow Now cheers my drooping spirit so Must cold and distant be, And only light ...
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me to the ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
Little things that no one needs -- Little things to joke about -- Little landscapes, done in beads. Little morals, ...
How neatly a cat sleeps, Sleeps with its paws and its posture, Sleeps with its wicked claws, And with its ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
Two Workmen were carrying a sheet of asbestos down the main street of Dingle; it must have been nailed, at ...
Beautiful silvery Tay, With your landscapes, so lovely and gay, Along each side of your waters, to Perth all the ...
The village of Penicuik, with its neighbouring spinning mills, Is most lovely to see, and the Pentland Hills; And though ...
Beautiful Loch Ness, The truth to express, Your landscapes are lovely and gay, Along each side of your waters, to ...
The literate are ill-prepared for this snap in the line of life: the day turns a trick of twisted tongues ...
You ask me how to pray to someone who is not. All I know is that prayer constructs a velvet ...
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