Giant Toad (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the ...
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