Large Bad Picture (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
The great light cage has broken up in the air, freeing, I think, about a million birds whose wild ascending ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star's atmosphere, turning daily into and out of ...
What name do I have for you? Certainly there is not name for you In the sense that the stars ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
We smile at each other and I lean back against the wicker couch. How does it feel to be dead? ...
Why is this age worse than earlier ages? In a stupor of grief and dread have we not fingered the ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you ...
The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride into her pain ...
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
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