Gum Is The Sky (Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev Poems)
Glum is the sky, by night imprisoned,As over it the dark clouds creep,Not menacing or wistful is it,But plunged in ...
Glum is the sky, by night imprisoned,As over it the dark clouds creep,Not menacing or wistful is it,But plunged in ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
The curlew and the heron call, the hissing mud and whispering wings beat eery through the idle air until the ...
A cascade, a crescendo a waterfall a torrent daggers of ice, hanging from the rusty fire escape, menacing, hanging frozen ...
Short cropped hair of black Full beard of stubble, four days old Gray joining the jagged black shards Menacing, reaching ...
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the ...
On the desert A silence from the moon's deepest valley. Fire rays fall athwart the robes Of hooded men, squat ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
1 RISE, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep! Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I ...
GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary; The hill-top is nigh-but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;) Up the path you ...
These are ashes of treasures: Of hurt and loss. These are ashes in face of which Granite is dross. Dove, ...
1 AS I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before me, with distrustful ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
Broceliande! in the perilous beauty of silence and menacing shade, Thou art set on the shores of the sea down ...
AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of ...
I In barns we crouch, and under stacks of straw, Harking the storm that rides a hurtling legion Up the ...
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place your sight can knock on, echoing; but here within this thick ...
Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool, Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool. ...
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