Fare Well (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
If I die, leave the balcony open. The little boy is eating oranges. (From my balcony I can see him.) ...
If I die, leave the balcony open. The little boy is eating oranges. (From my balcony I can see him.) ...
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a ...
-- for Jane kenyon It is a day after many days of storms. Having been washed and washed, the air ...
I am the Reaper. All things with heedful hook Silent I gather. Pale roses touched with the spring, Tall corn ...
A shiver with the room a shudder as they lied denying the truth plain to our sight Wondering aloud what ...
In turning to God acting on our faith our belief in the risen Lord grace upon grace No longer a ...
The crucifixion the dying of our Lord seen differently in the words of the harvest Grain dying, cut down by ...
Unlike the others the telling of this night Christ aware, ready for the harvest ready for the reaper that the ...
The wheat cut down the swords, the reaper's cut nailed to a cross, a rough threshing floor Falling to the ...
Death, almost palpable stalking the unholy night the savior in a corrupt trail the reaper waiting with his scythe The ...
As the father sent the son the spirit descending on him as a dove so we are sent by our ...
So I Send You, sown seeds cast, not capriciously, lovingly, spread into the world sent into the darkness, bits of ...
An old political sign like a seedling pushing up out of newly-tilled earth, rose anew, crabgrass really up out of ...
At the beginning was God, at the end communion with God life everlasting, in the kingdom the kingdom of God ...
If I could only explain what the suddenness of the news means to me To learn, of the certainty the ...
I saw love today In goodbye Sorrow Hope For union in eternity A husband wasting, overtaken Reaper alongside Wife losing ...
After the cutting before the baling a working field waits for the late harvest Narrow rows of green, turning to ...
Death came to me in a mini skirt As skittish as a kitten , And said : " I am ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth, And the light flashed up to the heavens from ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
A little colt - broncho, loaned to the farm To be broken in time without fury or harm, Yet black ...
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