The Epic of Gilgamesh Tablet VIII (Anonymous Asian Poems)
"Just as day began to dawnGilgamesh addressed his friend, saying: ""Enkidu, your mother, the gazelle, and your father, ...
"Just as day began to dawnGilgamesh addressed his friend, saying: ""Enkidu, your mother, the gazelle, and your father, ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple,Two lovers blow together like music blowing:And the crowd dissolves about them ...
Six men went hunting, but only four returned. Two, in fact, hadn't returned. Oknov, Kozlov, Stryuchkov and Motylkov returned home ...
How few are we. Probably threeIn all-coallike, burning, infernalBeneath the grey bark of the treeOf wisdom, and clouds, and eternalDebate ...
When getting my nose in a book Cured most things short of school, It was worth ruining my eyes To ...
The costs will be greater though maybe not tomorrow down into our future when the costs are fully realized The ...
Ripping the screen the walls between us Christ redeemed us all through his sacrifice None are better the whole world ...
We were alone with our thoughts Warm breezes off the southerly ocean murmur of sea foam on a soft expanse ...
I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
(or 'Huddersfield the Second Poetry Capital of England Re-visited') What was it Janice Simmons said to me as James lay ...
We sail out of season into on oyster-gray wind, over a terrible hardness. Where Dickens crossed with mal de mer ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
Oh, it's pleasant sitting here, Seeing all the people pass; You beside your bock of beer, I behind my demi-tasse. ...
LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles over our house and whistling a wolf song under the ...
No. It can't be. No! You too, beloved? Why? What for? Darling, look - I came, I brought flowers, but, ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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