The Weed (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay, Uncoils two little green leaves and ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
And yet, because thou overcomest so, Because thou art more noble and like a king, Thou canst prevail against my ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked ...
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