Hunted (Paul Eluard Poem)
A few grains of dust more or less On ancient shoulders Locks of weakness on weary foreheads This theatre of ...
A few grains of dust more or less On ancient shoulders Locks of weakness on weary foreheads This theatre of ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk That last holiday, for five days and nights He stumbled through ...
Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple ...
This is the debt I pay Just for one riotous day, Years of regret and grief, Sorrow without relief. Pay ...
When One has given up One's life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely ...
What mystery pervades a well! That water lives so far -- A neighbor from another world Residing in a jar ...
The Dying need but little, Dear, A Glass of Water's all, A Flower's unobtrusive Face To punctuate the Wall, A ...
All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One -- All forsook, for just a Stranger's New Accompanying -- Grace of ...
When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed, I couldn't say it wasn't much because it was for ...
How do we discover an antidote to each other, a faculty to commune in spiteful space? Our bleeding hearts and ...
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
It was my life in fast review, initially at double speed until I learned which functions scrolled the images on ...
Have you switched to Beta yet? It's an even bet that if you have you quite regret your impulse to ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
While the sun stops, or seems to, to define a term for the indeterminable, the human aspect, here in the ...
Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at ...
He thought he saw an Elephant, That practised on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter ...
He thought he saw an Elephant That practised on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter ...
A black ringlet curls to lie at the nape of her neck, glistening with sweat in the evaporate moonlight ... ...
She scrawled soft words in soap: "Never Forget," Dove-white on her car's window, and the wren, because her heart is ...
Love is no more. It died as the mind dies: the pure desire Relinquishing the blissful form it wore, The ...
When I go rowing on the lake, I long to be a man; I'll give my Sunday frock to have ...
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from last-year's ...
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