A Treatise On Poetry: IV Natura (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
Vocat aestus in umbram Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'?lection de son s?pulchre For three years, out of ...
Good day to you, Misther skealmaisther, the evenin' is desperate fine, I thowt I wad gie ye a call ...
This year," said Pa, on New Year's night, "we'll start upon a different plan, I'm sick and tired of ending ...
The alarm clocks tick in a thousand furnished rooms,tick and are wound for a thousand separate dooms;all down both sides ...
My sad heart leaks at the poop,My heart covered in filthy shag:They squirt it with jets of soup,My sad heart ...
I could have a job, but am too lazy to choose it;I have got land, but am too lazy to ...
The clock of my days winds down. The cat eats sparrows outside my window. Once, she brought me a small ...
It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as if offering my stomach, as ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
A process in the weather of the heart Turns damp to dry; the golden shot Storms in the freezing tomb. ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
The air is a mill of hooks -- Questions without answer, Glittering and drunk as flies Whose kiss stings unbearably ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
Some people, and it doesn't matter whether they are paupers or millionaires, Think that anything they have is the best ...
The lemon sunlight poured out far between things inhabits a coolness. Mosquitoes have subsided, flies are for later heat. Every ...
Courageous lair "might prevail" Waking up to her your "yellow coal" Steals a its way harm's imbrogliatic murmur to concatenate ...
Four bright steel crosses, universal joints, plucked out of the burlap sack -- "the heart of the drive train," the ...
Hungry and cold, I stood in a doorway on Delancey Street in 1946 as the rain came down. The worst ...
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