Unmailed Letters To Father (Janina Degutyte Poems)
I keep writing you lettersand I keep talking to you.We hardly ever talked...We just hid from each other our painand ...
I keep writing you lettersand I keep talking to you.We hardly ever talked...We just hid from each other our painand ...
WAINAMOINEN AND YOUKAHAINEN.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Passed his years in full contentment,On the meadows of Wainola,On the plains of Kalevala,Singing ever wondrous ...
ORIGIN OF THE SERPENT.Ahti, living on the island,Near the Kauko-point and harbor,Plowed his fields for rye and barley,Furrowed his extensive ...
KYLLIKKI'S BROKEN VOW.Lemminkainen, artful husband,Reckless hero, Kaukomieli,Constantly beside his young wife.,Passed his life in sweet contentment,And the years rolled swiftly ...
ILMARINEN'S WOOING.ILMARINEN, hero-blacksmith,The eternal metal-worker,Hastens forward to the court-roomOf the hostess of Pohyola,Of the master of the Northland,Hastens through the ...
THE SAMPO LOST IN THE SEA.Louhi, hostess of Pohyola,Called her many tribes together,Gave the archers bows and arrows,Gave her brave ...
I. DER watchman look out from his tower Ash de Abendgold glimmer grew dim, Und saw on de road troo ...
As on a holiday, when a farmer Goes out to look at ...
He said his legs were stiff and sore ...
One time, 'way back where the year marks fadeGod said: "I see I must lose my West,The place where I've ...
De moon shines ofer de cloudlens, Und de cloudts plow ofer de sea, Und I vent to Coney Island, Und ...
Hard Rock/ was/ "known not to take no shit From nobody," and he had the scars to prove it: Split ...
When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but clean, When a ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
For Lincoln MacVeagh Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly ...
Over back where they speak of life as staying ('You couldn't call it living, for it ain't'), There was an ...
The ewes crowd to the mangers; Their bellies widen, sag; Their udders tighten. Soon The little voices cry In morning ...
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue The setting sun, too indolent to hold A lengthened tournament for flashing gold, Passively ...
Into the acres of the newborn state He poured his strength, ...
I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones, Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones, And ...
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