Train Ride (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc into the green ...
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc into the green ...
(sign at a railroad crossing in Kenya) In a poem, one line may hide another line, As at a crossing, ...
By the Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters of brass That only a Colonel from Chatham can ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
("Saint Proxed's ever was the Church for peace") If down here I chance to die, Solemnly I beg you take ...
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there; A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining ...
When Joe Dove took his elephants out on the road He made each one hold fast with his trunk To ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Three notes I allowed aloud to sum the August beachiness of herring gull railway pigeon otherwise birdless fishless conjoin - ...
The gas was on in the Institute, The flare was up in the gym, A man was running a mineral ...
When melancholy Autumn comes to Wembley And electric trains are lighted after tea The poplars near the stadium are trembly ...
From the geyser ventilators Autumn winds are blowing down On a thousand business women Having baths in Camden Town Waste ...
I have become very hairy all over my body. I'm afraid they'll start hunting me because of my fur. My ...
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay! With your numerous arches and pillars in so grand array And your central ...
It was built of things that must not mix: paint, cream, and water, fire and dusty oil. You heard the ...
Beautiful silvery Tay, With your landscapes, so lovely and gay, Along each side of your waters, to Perth all the ...
Beautiful new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay, With your strong brick piers and buttresses in so grand array, And ...
Oh, mighty city of New York, you are wonderful to behold-- Your buildings are magnificent-- the truth be it told-- ...
'Twas in the year of 1869, and on the 19th of November, Which the people in Southern Germany will long ...
'Twas in the village of Ruily there lived a bonnie lass With red, pouting lips which few lasses could surpass, ...
Beautiful Ancient City of Perth, One of the fairest on the earth, With your stately mansions and scenery most fine, ...
Success to the Newport Railway, Along the braes of the Silvery Tay, And to Dundee straghtway, Across the Railway Bridge ...
Can't swim; uses credit cards and pills to combat intolerable feelings of inadequacy; Won't admit his dread of boredom, chief ...
My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; An endless tapestry ...
Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath. I'm alone here in Brooklyn Heights, late ...
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