The Other Tiger (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, Caressing, with a hand distraught ...
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
Boot, saddle, to horse and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens to blue from its silvery gray, ...
Morning, evening, noon and night, ``Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal ...
I. June was not over Though past the fall, And the best of her roses Had yet to blow, When ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens the blue from its silvery grey, ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
THERE'S Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the King o' gude fellows, and wale o' auld men; ...
O GOWDIE, terror o' the whigs, Dread o' blackcoats and rev'rend wigs! Sour Bigotry, on her last legs, Girns an' ...
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
Under Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine And our loves Must I remember them Joy came always after pain Let arriving ...
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea ...
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the system so friction-free, the bobbing ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
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