The Iliad: Book 14 (Homer Poems)
Nestor was sitting over his wine, but the cry of battle did notescape him, and he said to the son ...
Nestor was sitting over his wine, but the cry of battle did notescape him, and he said to the son ...
Snakeskin jacketIndian eyesBrilliant hairHe moves in disturbedNile insectAir~~~You parade thru the soft summerWe watch your eager rifle decayYour wildernessYour teeming ...
I remember you as you were in the last autumn.You were the grey beret and the still heart.In your eyes ...
In those old days which poets say were golden — (Perhaps they laid the gilding on ...
The swans, in discouragement, have migrated from the poisonous lakes this evening, And sad sisters dream of brothers under the ...
Between Rita and my eyes There is a rifle And whoever knows Rita Kneels and plays To the divinity in ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
HAIL! Childish slaves of social rules You had yourselves a hand in making! How I could shake your faith, ye ...
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