Untitled #14 (Nijole Miliauskaite Poems)
in the damp placesnear the wellI search for horsetail - so my hairwould be light and shinyas silkI crumble oak ...
in the damp placesnear the wellI search for horsetail - so my hairwould be light and shinyas silkI crumble oak ...
WAINAMOINEN'S WEDDING-SONGS.At the home of IlmarinenLong had they been watching, waiting,For the coming of the blacksmith,With his bride from Sariola.Weary ...
THE RIVAL SUITORSWainamoinen, old and truthful,Long considered, long debated,How to woo and win the daughterOf the hostess of Pohyola,How to ...
OSMOTAR THE BRIDE-ADVISERNow the bride must be instructed,Who will teach the Maid of Beauty,Who instruct the Rainbow-daughter?Osmotar, the wisdom-maiden,Kalew's fair ...
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 ...
LEMMINKAINEN'S LAMENT.This the time to sing of Ahti,Son of Lempo, Kaukomieli,Also known as Lemminkainen.Ahti was the king of islands,Grew amid ...
——— and their voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in its sound. ———The Muses are turned gossips; ...
In memory of S. B. V., 1834-1909... so what the lame four-poster gathered hereBetween the lips of stale and seasoned ...
"I know I might have lived in such a wayAs to have suffered only pain:Loving not man nor dog;Not money, ...
Sweet was the scene. The spreading dolichos Extended far, down to the valley's depths, With leaves luxuriant. The orioles Fluttered ...
Pots in piles of blue and white,Old in service, cracked and chipped--While the bare-armed girls tonightRinse and dry, with trivial-lippedMirth, ...
Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little ...
'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of ...
Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran I'd throw in my United States, ...
Not, exactly, green: closer to bronze preserved in kind brine, something retrieved from a Greco-Roman wreck, patinated and oddly muscular. ...
Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out To the edge of a cliff, and ...
To me at night the stars are vocal. They say: 'Your planet's oh so local! A speck of dust in ...
You've heard of Julot the apache, and Gigolette, his mome. . . . Montmartre was their hunting-ground, but Belville was ...
A pair of blackbirds warring in the roses, one or two poppies losing their heads, the trampled lawn a battlefield ...
To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows, We drained a hundred jugs of wine. A splendid night ...
I know I might have lived in such a way As to have suffered only pain: Loving not man nor ...
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