Untitled #4 (Nijole Miliauskaite Poems)
all the fears of childhoodall the dreams of terrornightmares, the loneliness of childrenthe sense of guilta face pale as the ...
all the fears of childhoodall the dreams of terrornightmares, the loneliness of childrenthe sense of guilta face pale as the ...
Pois preyatz me, senhor,qu'eu chan, eu chantarai;e can cuit chantar, plora l'ora c'o essai.Greu veiretz chantadorbe chan, si mal li ...
I.Mastro Spaghi era il boia--della citta' d'Urbino.Contava cinquant'anni;--era smilzo e piccino;Era calvo; il suo cranio,--da lontano, parevaUna palla di vetro.--Sul ...
, The wrathful winter, 'proaching on apace, With blustering blasts had all ybar'd the treen, And old Saturnus, ...
IMPLORAZIONEEstate, Estate mia, non declinare!Fa che prima nel petto il cor mi scoppicome pomo granato a troppo ardore.Estate, Estate, indugia ...
Campsite set Late afternoon Late June Grab a friend Get the canoe Head up the brook The tributary Portage through ...
Here I am with my mother, hanging under the molt of years, in a garden of umbrellas and rubber boots, ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
Out upon it, I have lov'd Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove ...
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