Tutto è Sciolto (James Joyce Poem)
A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone star Piercing the west, As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far, ...
A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone star Piercing the west, As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far, ...
IN the deepest nights of Winter To the Muses kind oft cried I: "Not a ray of morn is gleaming, ...
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
WHAT pulls at my heart so? What tells me to roam? What drags me and lures me From chamber and ...
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
When love has changed to kindliness -- Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press So tight that Time's an old ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
My poem may be yours indeed In melody and tone, If in its rhythm you can read A music of ...
COME, my beloved, hear from me Tales of the woods or open sea. Let our aspiring fancy rise A wren's ...
WHERE we sat at dawn together, while the star-rich heavens shifted, We were weaving dreams in silence, suddenly the veil ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
LORD BUDDHA, on thy Lotus-throne, With praying eyes and hands elate, What mystic rapture dost thou own, Immutable and ultimate? ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
ONE road leads to London, One road leads to Wales, My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails. ...
The bird sits spelled upon the lithe brown wrist Of yonder turbaned fowler, who had lamed No feather limb, but ...
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Through seas of solitudes and vacancies, And through my Self, the deepest ...
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the ...
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