The house where I was born (07) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
Now the journey is ending, the wind is losing heart. Into your hands it's falling, a rickety house of cards. ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile So stilly round the evening falls The veiled sun sheds no parting smile ...
Absent upon Public Employment My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay more, My joy, my magazine, of earthly ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
AS on the banks o' wandering Nith, Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
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