Longing (Deseo) (Manuel Gutierrez Najera Poems)
See'est thou the ivy, how it clings and catchesIn every crack of the dark altar here?As round the marble stone ...
See'est thou the ivy, how it clings and catchesIn every crack of the dark altar here?As round the marble stone ...
I stood at sunrise, on the topmost partOf lofty mountain, massively sublime;A pinnacle of trachyte, seamed and scarredBy countless generations' ...
Over his friend, Enkidu, Gilgamesh cried bitterly, roaming the wilderness. "I am going to die!—am I not like Enkidu?! ...
Musing on the changes that are observable in many of the scenes we contemplate, the circumstance of the spot on ...
Upon a time when Titan's steeds were drivenTo drench themselves beneath the western heaven;And sable Morpheus had his curtains spread,And ...
III._OCCE AL MISMO TONO TLAMELAUHCAYOTL.__ANOTHER PLAIN SONG, TO THE SAME TUNE._1. Xochicalco nihualcalaquia in nicuicani, oncan icac inchalchiuhuehuetl, oncan chialon ...
THE cock has crow'd an hour ago, 'Tis time we now dull sleep forego; Tir'd Nature is by sleep redress'd, ...
EVERY gentle breeze that's blowing is a tempter very knowing, For it penetrates my armor in its weakest, thinnest spot; ...
O love! O mighty love! your power enslaves and holds the heart in thrall.Even monarchs bend their knees to you, ...
Furius and Aurelius, you friends of Catullus,whether he penetrates farthest India,where the Eastern waves strike the shorewith deep resonance,or among ...
A shoal-light flashes east, And livid lightning west, The silvery dark night-sea between, On which ...
Oft as by chance, a little while apart The pall of empty, loveless hours withdrawn, Sweet Beauty, opening on the ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
That mirror Which makes of men a transparency, Who holds that mirror And bids us such a breast-bare spectacle see ...
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing ...
To the tune of "Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers" Light mists and heavy clouds, melancholy the long dreary day. ...
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman. Night opens to the storm, a mauve coupling, swollen. The sky, laden ...
Oft as by chance, a little while apart The pall of empty, loveless hours withdrawn, Sweet Beauty, opening on the ...
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