Geometry (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
My window looks upon a wood That stands as tangled as it stood When God was centuries too young To care how right ...
My window looks upon a wood That stands as tangled as it stood When God was centuries too young To care how right ...
But mortal manWas then far hardier in the old champaign,As well he should be, since a hardier earthHad him begotten; ...
LATE: a cold smear of sunlight bathes the room;The gilt lime of winter, a sun grown melancholy old,Streams in the ...
miserarum neque amore dare ludum neque dulcimala vino lavere aut exanimari metuentespatruae verbera linguaetibi qualum cytherae puer ales, tibi telasoperosaeque ...
THEY slewed her in to dump her load, And cleaned her aft and fore; They turned her out to take ...
Somewhere she waits to make you win, your soul in her firm, white handsSomewhere the gods have made for you, ...
Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge The dice of drowned men's bones he saw bequeath An embassy. Their ...
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