Ay, Que Dolo! (Nick Carbo Poems)
Dona Josefina has thrown my goatout onto the calle El Fez--Ay! The menu of pain is as bigas a queen-sized ...
Dona Josefina has thrown my goatout onto the calle El Fez--Ay! The menu of pain is as bigas a queen-sized ...
A quick perceptiveness, a woman's charm,a windless city white with falling snow,the gallant courtesy of men-at-arms,the blue of lazuli, the ...
Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of ...
Gilgamesh spoke to Utanapishtim, the Faraway: "I have been looking at you, but your appearance is not strange—you ...
PreludesI The Rose of the World Lo, when the Lord made North and ...
He washed out his marred hair and cleaned up his equipment(?), shaking out his locks down over his back,throwing off ...
"My friend, why are the Great Gods in conference?(In my dream) Anu, Enlil, and Shamash held a council,and Anu spoke ...
Over his friend, Enkidu, Gilgamesh cried bitterly, roaming the wilderness. "I am going to die!—am I not like Enkidu?! ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;As in their ...
"Just as day began to dawnGilgamesh addressed his friend, saying: ""Enkidu, your mother, the gazelle, and your father, ...
Thy beauty is the warmth and languor of an orient autumn,Caressing all the senses-With light from skies of heavy azure,With ...
Thy beauty is the warmth and languor of an orient autumn,Caressing all the senses-With light from skies of heavy azure,With ...
My one, the sister without peer,The handsomest of all!She looks like the rising morning starAt the start of a happy ...
ALACK-A-DAY for poverty! What jewels my mind doth give to thee! Carved agate stone porphyrogene, Green emerald and beryl green, ...
See! Their verses are laid as mosaic gold to gold gold to lapis lazuli white marble to porphyry stone shouldering ...
From out the dragging vastness of the sea, Wave-fettered, bound in sinuous, seaweed strands, He toils toward the rounding beach, ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But ...
(For Harry Clifton) I HAVE heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow. Of poets ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
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