Jewish Wedding in Bombay (Nissim Ezekiel Poems)
Her mother shed a tear or two but wasn't reallycrying. It was the thing to do, so she did itenjoying ...
Her mother shed a tear or two but wasn't reallycrying. It was the thing to do, so she did itenjoying ...
I remember the night my motherwas stung by a scorpion. Ten hoursof steady rain had driven himto crawl beneath a ...
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
Accurs?d to the Medes, as to himself, That fatal hour when,--mad with fiercest hate,-- His private wrong on one man ...
He was a Glug of simple charm;He wished no living creature harm. His kindly smile like sunlight fell On all ...
IThe day is o'er and twilight's shade,Is darkening forest, glen and glade;It steals within the old church door,And casts its ...
I know I'm dull. I know I got a brain That's only fit fer fertilizin' 'air.I don't arst for bokays: ...
"I By the ditch in the hollow stands the tree, A cottonwood with deeply wrinkled bark About its mighty trunk, ...
Pray do not take the kiss again I risked so much in getting, Nor let my blushes ...
Search history, my boy, and seeWhat petty selfishness has done.Find if you can one victoryThat little minds have ever won.There ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told. His mercy fills the Khyber hills -- his grace ...
Crossing the frontier they were stopped in time, Told, quite politely, they would have to wait: Passports in order, nothing ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
Of asphodel, that greeny flower, like a buttercup upon its branching stem- save that it's green and wooden- I come, ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Beneath the trees I lounged at ease And watched them speed the pace; They swerved and swung, they clutched and ...
She risked her all, they told me, bravely sinking The pinched economies of thirty years; And there the little shop ...
A man risked his life to write the words. A man hung upside down (an idiot friend holding his legs?) ...
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