Gift Silver Poem (Odysseas Elytis Poems)
I know that all this is worthless and that the languageI speak doesn't have an alphabetSince the sun and the ...
I know that all this is worthless and that the languageI speak doesn't have an alphabetSince the sun and the ...
Freedom from fear is the freedomI claim for you my motherland!Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head,breaking ...
Thou art not dead, although the spoiler's handLies heavy as death upon thee; though the wrathOf its accursed might is ...
READ BEFORE THE NATIONAL CONVENTION OF MEXICAN WAR VETERANS, JANUARY 16, 1874. "WHEN CALIFORNIA WAS A FOREIGN LAND!" How many ...
With a knock upon the window comes the young volunteer, 'Tis his step upon the threshold; "what is it brings ...
It was him, who, on the marble edges of my Dream, tonight, Standing invincibly like a rock, Immersing his fiery ...
"We were ordered to Samoa from the coast of Panama, And for two long months we sailed the unequal ...
"ChorusSix years have flown by like a dream,Embraced by sweet silence,And already the motherland thundersIts call: go forth, sons! ...
TA'N SIONAC AR SRAIDIB AG FAIRE GO CAOCRAC Loud shout the flaming tongues of war. The cannon's thunder rolls afar ...
Men of our race, we send you oneRound whom Victoria's holy nameIs halo from the sunken sunOf her grand Summer's ...
A touch of the plain and the prairie, A bit of the Motherland, too; A strain of the ...
God dreamed a man; Then, having firmly shut Life like a precious metal in his fist Withdrew, ...
This spring the world is new and different;More lively is the sparrows' riot.I do not even try expressing it,How full ...
DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF FRANCEOur Motherland, dear Motherland,The source of beauty and of Art,Who but thy children ...
I always s like the northern birches:Their view, so downcast and grave, The fever, which poor souls scorches,Cools like the ...
Robbed mother of the stricken Motherland-Two hearts in one and one among the dead,Before your grave with an uncovered headI, ...
Puck of Poock's Hills Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to ...
From the French of Andr? Fr?naud France was born there and it is from there she sings Of Joan of ...
O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon, And in the west, all tremulous, a star; And soothing sweet ...
Oh, weren't they the fine boys! You never saw the beat of them, Singing all together with their throats bronze-bare; ...
Through the pregnant universe rumbles life's terrific thunder, And Earth's bowels quake with terror; strange and terrible storms break, Lightning-torches ...
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